In a dim sense, she recognizes that he can tell she sees the demon, that it's making him uncomfortable, maybe more aware of the demon himself. She does her best, then, to focus, to bring her attention back to him.

"It felt like one." When she looks away this time, it's involuntary, a part of trying to remember, to gather up the threads of what she saw. She closes her eyes. "It was — bloody. A battle. Not in the Hinterlands, I think."