There's a strange but very real satisfaction in taking down a demon. Something Araceli's done more of in Kirkwall than she has in a long time since her line of work doesn't put her into the field as often as others or at least not a field filled with rifts. You don't have to care like you would with a human. They weren't a person with a life, with a past, with a future. They're a thing that wants nothing more than to tear and destroy all the things they set eyes on.

The calm sets in for a moment as she withdraws her blade from the pile of rags that falls to the street. Still there isn't time to think about that as she wipes her dagger on them while she can, sticking it in her belt as she reaches over to tap Prompto's arm.

"We have to close that together. Hold out your hand, focus, draw deep and use all your will to do it and nothing more will come out."