"Will it...bother you, if I ask more questions?"

"I don't think so. I can always not answer, if I don't want to." 

"How long ago did he die?"

"Oh, it was...a long time ago. Fifty years, maybe? Thereabouts." 

"Are your scars related?"

"Yes. There was a fire, and a very kind knight pulled me out before I could die, but then they died instead." 

"I'm sorry to hear that." And then she is going to stop pushing her luck. 

...Wait. Hang on. Her name is Ember. That's--did she pick that or--

--No, you know what, she can ask that question later.

It’s not like she doesn’t have any other questions to ask now.

“Unrelated question, I want to try purifying the demonness out of a demon, how do you feel about that?”

Ember gasps. “Oh, that would be wonderful! Nobody should have to be a demon!”

“I don’t…think…that’s possible?” their bystander hazards.

“I’d say ‘you never know until you try,’ but actually a failure wouldn’t prove an impossibility, just that I wasn’t doing it right. And it may or may not have ever happened on Golarion before, but there’s never been a [Magical] [Girl] on Golarion before either!” Probably.

This is so far above his pay grade it’s not funny and he’s just going to shut up now.

"Can I help?"

"Absolutely. Your ability to put people to sleep could be really useful. Especially if we go after a Dretch and not a Quasit, Dretches love naps."

This is probably a mistake but: "How do you even know that?"

"That is a good question! And the amount of philosophically complicated my existence is means I don't know the answer!" 

Well, he was correct that asking was a mistake but this is relatively harmless as far as regretting that particular life choice goes. 

"...The lady with the sword woke up before you were done with her."

"Yeah, but I am way more specced to handle metaphysically straightforward ick like Abyssal taint than whatever mundane thing was wrong with her. Also, she didn't have a specific love of naps I could press on to keep her under." 

"Okay, then. I'll do my best." 

Another hug for Ember, because Ember is amazing. 

Probably if they're going to fuck off to do Good Science* to demons, she should go tell Irabeth. 

"Hey, I've healed everyone here, and for mana-building purposes, Ember and I want to go see if I can rip the demonicness out of a Dretch."

*As opposed to Evil Science

Irabeth can feel a headache brewing. She REALLY wishes Anevia were here. Instead of definitely fine somewhere else and absolutely not dead. 

"Can either of you defend yourselves if any kind of demon closes to melee range with you?"

"My teleports have a very good reaction time! Some bitch with problems managed to put a rapier through my throat and I got away and Ember healed me up fine." 

"...I think it would be best if you didn't end up with a rapier through your throat again." 

"...Yeah." That's the kind of thing where you only have to fuck up one time for things to go very very badly. 

"Would you be willing to take one of my men with you?"