She looked away for a second, not wanting her sister to get anywhere near Damien for fear that he would do something similar to her. He remembered how he spoke of his excitement about having a veela on his side, and her sister was no different from her in that sense, but she was also right. She needed to know who to avoid. "Damien. In this world, he's the son of Lucifer. If you go to get a massage, make sure it's not by him, okay?" Her look stern, being the protective big sister for a moment.
When she explained that they would be alright, she nodded slowly. She had been telling herself that for the past week, that he only needed time to sort through things, and they'd be fine again. "I hope so. He just needs some time, right?"
Then she had a thought, something she had been wanting to share with someone since she had found out herself. "This place is strange, Dom. Uncle Harry's mother is here, and she hasn't even married his father at the time she comes from." A flawless change of subject.