Ester shook her head wearily at Chance as he went to bash the remains of that demon. As if it wasn't dead enough. She wiped the blood off on her dress and downed the potion, feeling her insides grow warm before it faded away. She took in a deep test breath before letting it out. "Ah, that's better. Thanks"<br/><br/>When the fairy approached, Ester arched a brow. "Yeah, how do you know her?" she asked quizzically. However, at the mention of the two looking alike, Ester just gave the winged being a long, hard stare. "She's my shadow..." she muttered, gesturing towards her. This entire time, however, Chance kept bashing at the mechanical carcase, which made a clanging sound that was getting rather annoying. "CHANCE! Stop beating that thing up and let's go see my dad!" she shouted, shaking her head. What a long journey that would be...