Right now they (definitely a they, right now) are kicking back and relaxing in a little no-tell motel. There's free wifi, at least, and the employee who discretely got them a room in exchange for clearing up a few issues also snuck them some decently filling snacks, so they're pretty much good to go until they decide to do something else. Or something interesting happens.
'Well, then something's wrong with your mind talky thing because I don't know what else it'd be!'
The concept is related to, but not quite the same as, the idea of heart-as-seat-of-emotions. It's nigh-indescribable with words, but clearly a coherent concept--you could walk around all day with yours inside of you and not notice but investiture is like this and having someone else's invested in you feels like that.
'Maybe.' Or maybe something with the demons or lack of sleep or something interfered. Whatever, it's probably not polite to interrogate them about their possible literal heartlessness.
'And if a whole world of people could just not notice I don't see how it's that important.'
'Yes. When you invest your heart in something it becomes a magical artifact; when you invest your heart in someone they get powers.'
'It's pretty great. What can you do with your thing besides not sleep and change the colors on stuff?'
'I'm pretty good at magic! If we weren't stranded on a round thing I'd be going to do it professionally one day moving souls into cohabiting bodies and stuff. Uh, sleepiness isn't the only thing you can put in a mouse? I killed a different demon by putting all the heat in an entire tree into a leaf so the leaf would catch fire because that kind of demon dies to fire.'