Merry's brow furrowed, her lips pressed together in worry. "You mean when they were kidnapped by..." she pointed at the floor. As far as she knew, there wasn't any danger in just saying his name. Addy and Iestyn had used it. But Merry had grown up on a diet of Harry Potter and there was an instinctual part of her that shied away from Lucifer's name like he was Voldemort. "...the Devil?"
She didn't know exactly what they'd been through. It wasn't really a fair thing to ask somebody who'd been... well, kidnapped by the Devil, and also, she wasn't so sure she wanted to find out. She did know that they'd nearly died and they'd been in the hospital for weeks and Addy could barely walk for ages. And the first time she'd met them in person, even after all that time in the hospital, they'd been scarily skinny, like the photos you saw of people in famine-struck countries, and Addy had had these small scars all the way around her mouth... Merry'd had nightmares of having her lips sewn shut for weeks after that.