The woman sighed, looking down at her lap. He really DID care for her. He reminded her of when a child was taken away from their mother, how they would refuse to speak -this time, it wasn't by choice- and how they would want to be left alone.<br/><br/>------------------------------<br/><br/>Amora jumped when she heard Screwtape shout. Her hair nearly stood on end; she hadn't expected him to appear just yet. She craned her neck, only to narrow her eyes at the demon sitting at the table. Why did it have to be him?<br/><br/>Silently she scooped up some of the delicious-smelling stew and handed him the bowl. Hopefully he would be satisfied with the meal and she could go back to the room. "There's your meal. Now, I'm going back to my room." she stated matter-of-factly, which she didn't expect to come out of her mouth. After all, she was cowering earlier today in front of the same demon! Perhaps she was just getting frustrated with him. She started towards the door.