"If we open the door, we won't know until it's too late." He whispered in agreement.

He rose from the bed, shooting Pari one last glance and leaving the scarf with her before carefully cracking the door.

"Go where?" Feo asked instead, cautious eyes darting behind Roo though they didn't catch sight of any of the beatdown going on downstairs.

"There were, but..." he trailed off, shaking his head. "I don't know. They disappeared."

Giovanni and the creature had ended up at the threshold into the living room, where the demon lay in several pieces. The cry of rage was cut short promptly by a stomp to the neck, mostly severing the thing's head. Giovanni looked up and held his hand up in greeting, not uttering anything that would break the sudden silence that marked the end of this intrusion in their home.
"Pests." He explained finally, especially seeing as the two were mostly speechless. "I'm happy to help."

"Would she have given us her old name?" Feo asked, tone quiet. He did not look at the carnage that now desecrated his foyer and living room lest the nausea building in his head and stomach get worse. Instead he stood in the front doorway, letting the frosty air help clear his head.

"When I can help, I do." He replied simply.

Giovanni raised his eyebrows. "I suggest you pay closer attention."

"Not the same story, but it goes to show that everyone has their reasons." He pointed out, seemingly unfazed by her narrative. "Though I'll admit mine are not as dramatic."

"Not my type of thrills," he shook his head.