It put her at ease somewhat that the population of tyrants among demons was slim, a small fraction compared to those who ruled justly. When Mina called out to the abyss, pouring her energy into the summoning circle that produced the Demon Lord she knew as her guardian, she suspected that she could have enticed any being of power. She was quite fortunate to have called upon a demon who seemed to have her best interest in mind despite keeping him from duties and his people regularly. As she stared into the pool of deep red liquid in her cup, she saw Syn shift from his position. Cynthia had fallen asleep, exhausted from a day of exploration and excitement on her heels. Terra was just barely hanging on. She could tell by the way her eyelids drooped slightly that she was either bored or tired. Even Mina was showing signs of fatigue, or perhaps it was the wine that made her more relaxed. She downed the rest of the contents in her glass before she rose to her feet, giving Syn a small wave as he disappeared in the depths of his enormous home.<br/><br/>Mina followed Terra to her room, up the steps and down the hall. There she was able to sift through the succubus’ closet, finding that her things were far more revealing than anything she owned—besides, of course, bras and panties. Both of which were unacceptable to wear in public, though demons that were sexual in nature like Terra didn’t adhere to such standards. At Kennewick, they were required to cover themselves, so seeing them in their element as they were was somewhat of a shock. Fortunately Mina wasn’t faint of heart, and more open minded than many might give her credit for.<br/><br/>She opted for a pair of black yoga pants, remaining in her loose crop top since it was airy and breathable. Folding her things neatly, she turned to the bed, stunned to find Terra completely bare. It was almost jarring, not that she had anything to be ashamed of. “Some warning would have been appreciated,” she laughed. “I suppose you didn’t really need to, though. This is your room, after all . . .”<br/><br/>She tied up her long dark hair into a pony tail, the curve of her breasts exposed from beneath her top as she lifted her arms. When Terra asked what she thought about Syn, she appeared confused, blinking softly like a perplexed kitten. Nothing he disclosed to her changed her opinion of him. “Oh . . . Well, I guess I understand him better. Why he is the way he is and all.” Mina admitted as she sat on the edge of the bed. “I always thought he was a little too<i>aggressive</i>. Hostile, might be a better word. He is my protector and in my world, there’s not too much to protect me from. Not right now and nothing that I can’t handle myself. He intervenes on my behalf a lot, but I get it now.” Mina explained, running her fingers through the length of her silky black hair. “He’s gotten better about letting me deal with things on my own. I’ve never been one to ask for help since I’ve taken care of myself . . . Well, I guess that isn’t quite right either. I’ve always had someone to take care of me, many people. But emotionally and physically I’ve never needed brute strength.”<br/><br/>“Anyways, he’s been very good to me. Right from the very beginning . . . with a few hiccups here and there.” He did give her the silent treatment for three weeks for something that wasn’t her fault and he didn’t come to her when he knew she was upset, but in all other regards he was a great companion. She valued him since she had so few now with Oliver gone.