He laughs, and wraps his wings around Havalya and kisses the side of her neck and sits on the ground with her in his lap.

"Someday I'm sure I will succeed in bridging this cultural gap, but I doubt today will be the day," says Nesifra. "Do you want me to make you some clothes?"

"Please. Is he really going to--of course he is. I'm going to go look for edible plants or something similarly out of earshot."

She laughs softly. "Reasonable."

Then she returns to Khesanai's blanket, where she sits down next to him and kisses his forehead.

"Hello," she says, petting his hair. "My name is Nesifra. It's lovely to meet you."

(Meanwhile, Sovarith is indeed cheerfully fucking Havalya right there in front of everyone.)

(Elodea flees.)

"My name is Khesanai and I think this is the weirdest thing that has happened to anyone in my family for ten generations."

"If that bothers you," she waves the tip of her tail at her brother, "we can go somewhere else." Pet pet.

"Yes please."

She scoops him up and walks away, sliding the obsidian knife into a sheath attached to her dress that wasn't there a moment ago.

"So, uh--I think Elodea gave us something of an abridged explanation of what's going on..."

"I'd be happy to give you a more complete one if you tell me where you're starting from." Pet pet.

"You're not the kind of demon I'm familiar with, you don't do things with souls and you don't know wizardry from hen's teeth."

She snorts softly. "That's accurate enough."

"And the thing you did with the heart-eating gave you the language somehow."

"Yes."

She finds a comfortable place to sit, out of sight of Sovarith and Havalya - she can still hear them, but she expects Khesanai can't - and arranges him cozily in her lap.

Mm, cozy.

"So why are you here in this random bit of historically-interesting wilderness ravishing pretty humans instead of...wherever you come from?"

"I haven't the least idea," she says cheerfully. "My brother and I were abruptly transported here by magic we had never seen before and still don't understand."

"Well that's bizarre. And the elf--Elodea--she was bound because you thought she might have done it?"

"More or less, yes."

"I guess there might be casters dumb enough to do that without setting up defenses or at least an escape route first."

"Or who knew as little about us as we did about them, and who we could therefore overpower before they got away."

"Summoning someone or something you know that little about without truly phenomenal precautions definitely counts as dumb."

"True enough." Pet pet.

Mmm pets. 

"Of course, wizards are known more for their book-learnin' smarts than for their common sense."