Eliana stared silently as the demon man crossed the room, almost Flinching as he sat on the edge of the bed, in reality she just tried shrinking further into what protection she felt her wings gave, lifting them slightly to better hide her head and face, like a frightened turtle retreating into their shell. She didn't even think about answering this man, trying not to tremble and repeatedly telling herself; Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. Tears were already in her eyes, and as a tip of her wing was stroked she flinched, pressing further back against the headboard of the bed.<br/><br/>Her expression would change to one of horror, though, as she watched closely the demon lose what she considered masks over themselves, revealing what he really looked like.  She hugged her knees tighter, squeezing herself in a way similar to how a child would cling to a stuffed animal when scared, for She had nothing but her legs to hug, tight against her chest. Ever so badly, she wanted to snap something back in reply. She wanted to defend herself, and smack his hand away. But the only sound that made it past her tightly closed lips was a whimper.<br/><br/>And if she hadn't already been scared then hearing her name did it. Her eyes widened now as she stared at this demon. He knew her name. An Angel's name was sacred, very few even ever told their humans. Yet after a few more moments of staring she simply closed her eyes tightly, hiding her face against her knees while covering herself entirely with her wings as if they'd work as some sort of shields, now telling herself; Just a bad dream. That's what this was. When she opened her eyes it'd all be gone. Her human would be fine. And she would be fine.