Sneer. "Do you really think that makes us any different from the city's authorities?"

"I killed Hulrun Shappok." 

That gets a reaction out of her. She rears back, eyes widening, then darts her gaze around the rest of the group as though for confirmation. 

"He'd been got pretty bad by a Nabasu first," Woljif volunteers. "And it wasn't out of nowhere; he'd gotten worse than usual, and was going after the Desnans of all people. We sorta got caught in the crossfire. It was self-defense." More or less. 

...Kerismei shakes her head slowly. "Whatever. Not my problem. Now that this bit of business is wrapped up, it's time to get the hell out of this city." 

"Good. I hope you all can get out safely."

Kerismei snorts. "Don't underestimate us. Demons aren't the first things we've had to hide from." 

"Well, good luck anyway."

Woljif bites his lip, his tail swishing agitatedly. "Sister!" he calls. "I said you'd owe me an apology, when this was over."

Kerismei rolls her eyes. "Nice try, but no. You have a track record of fleeing sinking gangs; I had plenty of reason to suspect you. For that matter, just because it wasn't you this time doesn't mean it won't be you next time. I've got an eye on you, Woljif." 

And then she leaves. 

"Bitch."

Sigh. "You said it. --Hey, no rush or anything, but there's something I wanna talk to you about later."

"Okay. Do you want a hug?"

...Uh. What. 

Woljif has no idea how he would go about figuring out if he wanted a hug, if he even wanted to figure that out. 

Rather than examining ANY emotions right now, he defaults to "what does it seem like the person with power over me wants" and says, "Sure."

Wait. That may have been a mistake. 

Too late, Lusilla is not a mindreader and has no idea how complicated Woljif's consent is. Hug. 

This is weird and he is NOT enjoying it and he is definitely not doing any looking at his own feelings right now, at all. You Can't Make Him. 

"Hey," says another thiefling, approximately Woljif's age, as he and the rest of the group are exiting the hideout. The other thiefling is eyeing Ember. "Isn't that the elf kid we used to--"

"Knock it off," Woljif grumbles. 

Ember waves cheerfully at the other guy who used to throw rocks at her. 

They rejoin Seelah and Horgus Gwerm outside, and head out actually in the general direction of the Gwerm mansion, by way of the square again. 

They have to fight some demons on the way. Horgus Gwerm watches Camellia intensely during the fight, a crease of worry in his brow. 

That's--interesting. Lusilla takes note of it. 

It's a good thing the square is in fact not significantly out of the way, because Lusilla wants to look for additional morsels of dragon corpse and check in on the Desnans.

The streak of gore where Terendelev's body was dragged is still really appealing. 

Unfortunately Lusilla does not find anything else there besides blood. Which isn't a shock, really; decapitation is far from the most messy way for demons to kill someone. 

Mm, that's alright ♡

Lusilla is starting to get an inkling that Camellia's reaction to Terendelev's blood is not entirely fear-based, but she's going to choose not to examine that right now. 

Anyway. Temple of Desna, check on Aranka and the others. 

The damage to the Temple itself is still there, but to the extent practical, the interior of the building has been cleaned up. 

"Lusilla!" Aranka exclaims, waving when they enter. "Woljif, Ember, Dànpiàn--Count Arendae--" she sounds marginally less enthusiastic about Daeran's presence, but not, like, rude about it "--and I don't think we've met?"