She knocked her shoulder against his, scoffing softly. “C’mon Feo. This stuff’s in your blood.”

"Yeah, how do I get it out?" He wondered in vain.

“Leeches,” she suggested. “Vampires. Ask one of the Sangrians to suck you out.”

"Ew," his nose wrinkled. "You think a vampire should suck me off?"

“You said that. I said out.”

"Sounded suspect," he replied, shooting her a playful side-eye.

“Whatever you say, Sigmund.” she tossed back with a good-natured roll of her eyes, chest lightening some in relief. It was nice to banter with Feo again. Sometimes it felt like the whole world was at her throat… it was too easy to mix up friend and foe.

"Do you think you'll sleep at all tonight?" He asked after a beat.

"Behind the door covered in her blood?" she reached back to grab one of his pillows, tucking it into her arms. "Probably not. You know those kids' handprints are all over my dresses?"

"Handprints? Of what?" He asked. They hadn't gotten into the blood, although he supposed as minor demons they could have perhaps conjured some. He had no clue how that worked.