If she has any possessions, they aren't close enough by for him to see them. 

Eh, whatever then. He launches into the air and flies back to where he left Nesifra.

There she is, curled up on her blanket with Khesanai. There's another blanket draped over Elodea.

It probably says something about her that at this point the most surprising thing is the naked elf shackled to the ground. 

Nesifra lifts her head when she hears Sovarith approach. She smiles and waves.

He lands, laughing.

"Isn't she pretty?" he says, nuzzling Havalya. "She's a treasure. How's yours?"

"He's delightful," she says, petting him.

"Do you have any idea what's going on."

"Not really, no. I'm glad you're okay, I was worried about that when he flew off with you."

Shrug. "I mean, getting ravished by demons usually doesn't end well...not much point in worrying about it beforehand, though."

"True. This whole situation is very...something. Flabbergasting. Inexplicable. What the actual fuck. Something like that."

"Trust me, I noticed."

"Hm. Perhaps it's time for all of us to have a conversation," says Nesifra, and she wakes Elodea.

"What," she says when she wakes suddenly and unexpectedly, and, "What," when she sees the two humans. 

"We found friends!" says Sovarith, nuzzling Havalya some more.

...Elodea looks at Nesifra.

"My brother found that girl wandering the wilderness and she seemed to like it when he introduced himself by ripping all her clothes off and fucking her into the ground," she says. "Then he found this one and brought him to me," she pets Khesanai, "and he liked it very much when I hurt him a little. Remarkably convenient, all in all. I made you a blanket."

"Thank you for the blanket. I don't suppose your brother also found dinner?"

"Now that we have a source of power, we can manage dinner. Though I assume these two also had some source of food, which you could ask them about if you liked."

Sigh.

"I'm sorry about them," she tells the humans. 

"We're...okay? So far? But would really like an explanation."

"I can imagine. Okay, so good news: they're from some kind of weird plane not previously in contact with ours, are not, as far as I can tell, our kind of demon, and have no ability to do anything whatsoever to your souls."

"Oh thank all loving gods," Khesanai says, letting out a great breath of relief. 

"Is there, um, a reason you're shackled to the ground?"

"They're from far enough away that the fact that I don't have a spellbook on me wouldn't tell them I was helpless even if they knew a wizard from a sorcerer from a hen's tooth."