Magic and devils. That is what the boy described, himself as a devil. Tail, black eyes, cloven hooves.

Helena watches the discussion in silence, for now, sitting beside her sister. Her face and hands are still speckled with blood that hasn't been washed off by snow, and her blonde hair is a mass of curls and tangles.

Her lip curls back in a silent sort of snarl, but she holds her silence for now.