"I'd like to see for myself if it actually has any merit here, demon. As if I'd trust your word..." she scoffed before placing the flute to her lips. The song she chose was her favorite, The Ballad of the Goddess, and the notes came to her rather easy as she played. Her mentality eased, her soul lightened and she generally felt better as the light caressed her, flickering with the rise and fall of the music.
Her fear lessened and her resolve steeled as she looked to Link, then back to Demoko's broken form. It was obvious the light could not penetrate the pure evil of this place, but it made her a little hyper-aware of her surroundings. There was some sort of commotion going on with Kalama and Snork judging by the dark flares radiating off of them, Sophos was still very tense, as well as Aadab. Link seemed to hold the most tension, which was understandable given the fact that it was his soul in the balance....but..this flute was Hylia's.
Was it really hers to give away in the first place? But then again, was this flute really worth Link's soul? The Sheikah knew that the salesman would more than likely destroy the flute, given that it was something that actually hurt him... "Even if I give you this flute, who says you'll let us out of here? You promised a power source for Demoko. I'd rather think a trickster like you who enjoys torturing people wouldn't let such entertainment slink by, you'd be not only a snake but a fool." she growled out, her body tense as she mulled over her options.
Now she was presented with two choices of action. Hand over the flute to a lying bastard of a demon who'd more than likely kill them all, or keep the flute and play her heart out in hopes that the demon wouldn't actually attempt to rip Link's soul out. Of course, that was assuming Link wouldn't roll over and let the demon do that in the first place, or that their dragon-friend-turned-monster wouldn't gut them in the next few minutes.
"Wait, what's wrong with Kalama....oh, for the love of Hylia, you've got to be kidding me." she groaned, flute halfway on her lips as she grimaced before swapping songs to the song of healing. Would this song regenerate their stamina? There had to be a song that'd keep this bastard as far away as possible from them or something. Oh goddess, what would she do. Too much pressure, too much pressure...
"Link, I hate to say it but now doesn't seem to be the time to make deals with the devil concerning the state of your soul!" she said urgently, her eyes wide as white text flashed across her eyes. "Oh man, Twilit Kalamadea, Corrupted Ally? Oh, look, he's gonna try and kill us." Her hair whipped as she focused her glare at the salesman, her teeth flashing and she knew she was more than likely being irrational. Okay, she was being irrational, but it was painfully obvious that the Salesman wasn't going to let them leave here alive, flute and soul or not. Nayrin quickly jerked Link away, back towards her side as she hissed in agitation, letting her lips rest on the shell of his knifed-ears. "As if I'd really let you sell your soul. You're a desperate fool, but I'm a fool in love." Nayrin's attention refocused on the Salesman, who was obviously pissed off, and she just let another grimace settle on her features. "Deal's off. Turning our lizard friend into a monster was not part of the plan, and well, it doesn't sit very well with me. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not giving him anything." She released Link's arm before drawing her sword, her eyes flickering from the salesman to Snork and Kalama.
"And neither are you, Link. I'm not blind enough to let a good thing slip by when I finally see it, and how am I supposed to patch things up if you're soulless? Kinda complicates things, don't you think?" Boy, was she feeling cocky. It was definitely a game-changer, given how she was always so...so...weak, and then empty, and now, she was just tired. Tired of being told what to do, what her life would be, what she was allowed and not allowed to do, who she was allowed to like and love. She was exhausted. Maybe she was being borderline crazy moody, but truth be told, she was feeling a tad bit cranky, and cranky in this situation was a sure sign that blood was going to be shed. Nayrin took a leap back, distancing herself from the demon-man and Link before turning her body to the side to get a good look at Snork and Kalama. The girl couldn't help the thrill that chased it's way up her spine at the thought of a good battle, which disturbed her a tad, but....well...it just seemed so convenient.
"Sorry lizard-man. I'll be gentle."