"You are hardly a damsel in distress, Sera," Cassandra says, unable to mask the laughter in her tone. "I have seen you fight worse than this."

She sighs. The ridiculousness of the situation aside, she knows perfectly well that Sera's fear of demons and magic is very real. She has not yet forgotten her childhood, or the fear of the Necropolis that had often stolen sleep from her until dawn. "Perhaps just for a while."