Uriel opens the door to Ashgrave Aromatics and steps through the threshold, the candle that always burned by the door flashing blue once for human, followed by the flame burning black for a split second to indicate a demon had entered the shop.
’So I was right,’ she muses, letting her hands fall away from around his neck as the man gently eases her to the floor. The floorboards groan in greeting, a dozen or so shadowy tendrils extending from all corners of the room to lick at their feet. “
I missed you too,” Naya tells the house, extending her hand to let one of the shadows wrap around her fingers. “
Could you draw me a bath? And fetch me the flesh mending brew, please. You know the one, it’s scarlet with the night adder venom in it,” the witch instructs and the shadows shoot off in multiple directions, eager to obey their mistress’s order.
“
I won’t be long,” Naya tells Uriel, flashing him a quick smile as she made her way carefully to the back room where her bedchambers were. “
Make yourself at home. If you’re hungry just ask and the house will retrieve it for you,” she pauses.
“
Just don’t go into the basement. They don’t like strangers down there.”
And with that she shuffles down the hall, one hand trailing along the wall to help keep her balanced.
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When she reemerges about thirty minutes later Naya is clean and most importantly,
wearing something other than a sheet. The wounds inflicted by the ice spikes have completely healed over, only leaving pinked, fresh skin in their wake. However, the slash on her belly that Skellington had cauterized left a rather angry looking scar. The brunette didn’t fret over this too much, it wasn’t like she had hoards of men folk lining up to see her without her shirt on anyways, so she would probably be the only one that ever saw it.
Besides, she kind of liked it. Made her look scrappy.
“
Alright, I think I’m ready,” Naya tells the demon, green eyes watching as the house’s shadow hands began to fill up another satchel with all manner of potions. It seemed a little concerned for her after returning in such sorry state from the last trip, stuffing the leather bag full of more healing brews and flash bombs than usual. She chuckles, laying a hand over one of the tendrils to still it. “
That's enough. Thank you, darling.”
The floorboards shutter a bit like it’s going to argue, but the house relents, letting her pull the bag free from its grasp. The witch makes her way towards the door but pauses as she passes a chest of drawers, opening it and rummaging around until she finds what she’s looking for. “
Here, I want you to have this,” she says suddenly, turning on her heel and looping her hands back around Uriel’s neck to clasp a
pendant around his neck.
“
I know you said you didn’t need payment, but I’m giving this to you anyways. Seriously, don’t try to give it back to me,” she orders, turning around and not giving him any room for arguments. “
I made it for a man who was in love with a child of the light, but he died before I could finish it,” Naya opens the door and waits for Uriel to make his way out of the shop. “
It extends how long a child of darkness can stay on the other side of the border without getting light poisoning by one day. It also makes you a touch more resistant to light magic during that time,” she explains, shutting the door behind her and listening as it locks itself. “
I think you were meant to have it, Uriel.”
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