"So this book, it's literally responsible for everything?" Celeste asked in disbelief. "For the company staying afloat and for causing our son to turn out, well..." It was hard for her to digest the news, as she'd never really believed in magic or grandiose powers until realizing that she and her husband had been fueling a demon. All she'd known was the voodoo magic people could buy off the streets, which had mixed results and always seemed to be coincidental when it did work out. "Does your grandfather know how to make a green fire, then? We can burn it straight away if he does."<br/><br/>Delphine was pretty unsettled by their new surroundings but was thankful the little one was alright and seemed to already be moving past the whole incident as if nothing had happened. She went to sit on the log near the fire, which thankfully was a good distance away from the red wall still, and let the shadow play around with her face like it always seemed to want to. Del softly recited to the shadow whatever part of her face it touched as she quite enjoyed hearing it try to babble the work back to her. Though she seemed at ease, she never stopped eyeing up the wall, ensuring it didn't get any closer to them.