Briony’s lipped pressed together sheepishly when her People Label was corrected. It was true. They weren’t a people. She was a Fear and this demon-lady was a… well, she didn’t know. Stranger-Danger was something she shrugged off faster than Airla’s death. Most kids would probably have been freaked out by some woman touching their hair, but she accepted it as fact. ‘Sides, it felt nice. Recently Rachel didn’t like to play with her hair so much as she used to. It gave her the shakes.
“I gave my sister to Andras demons and a hero got them both killed,” Briony mentioned almost-casually. It might have sounded shy if her face wasn’t decorated with the proud smirk of a child who knows damn well what they’ve done and couldn’t be less sorry if they tried. So really, you damn well bet she wanted it noted. By someone other than Danny-Boy. “But every time I try to steal a person something goes wrong. No one helps me, though, ‘cause I make everyone feel uncomfortable.” Except maybe not everyone. Not to the extent she was used to. Side-eying the demon-lady with a completely open mixture of fascination, disbelief and childish outrage, Briony suddenly straightened up, her shoulders pushing back. “Are you ignoring me?” Her eyes flashed black over the offending word, though it took only a moment for her to calm down and she looked up at the other demon in a new light. She couldn’t feel as much fear from her as she could before. “How...?” It was genuine curiosity. First creature to point out that that was a virtue would get their tongue torn out from the root. She didn’t know what she’d do if they told her it was her opposition too. She wanted the answer.