Of course she'd resorted to clawing at flesh, poor thing. She'd spent most of her life in the hell-realms, where flaying was considered one of the lesser punishments for small infractions, and under-demons fought over scraps and devoured one another to survive. That was the world Adina knew.
Chazaqiel felt a hot flush of shame. How had he not found a way to get her out of there earlier? Oh, he was a failure as a parent! Yes, she'd said she was happy, but he-- he should have known better!
But she was hungry. That was a problem he could rectify! "Of course, darling, we can get anything you like. What do you fancy, Italian, Chinese, Middle Eastern? Oh! Ice cream! How would you like some ice cream?"