"Do what you wish," spat Bellua, already back to tending to the dying flame. Placing piles of grass one atop the other, then drawing another sigil in the hopes of stoking what was left of the warmth, the demon grew quiet. He still wasn't used to the first tagalong, let alone prepared for a second. It peeved him. "Do not expect to sleep long if you stay," he added, turning back to shoot a condemning gaze to the girl. "When I wake, I leave - with or without you, so get some rest while you can.
The voices were much closer now, and they were enough to shake Euclid from his sleep. Half-dazed and disoriented, he shifted from his spot against the couch as he tried to focus his blurry vision enough to make out the shapes in front of him. Soon, there was clarity and, even more so, dread as he stared the Godmodder in the eyes.
"Oh, fu--" he started, jumping from the ground and moving to the corner of the room furthest from what he assumed would be their death. Having nothing to defend himself with, he grabbed a couch pillow and held it in front of his body, knowing it wouldn't save him, but almost hoping it would.