Black stood patiently as his wound was healed. It was an odd sensation. It was like he could feel the elf girl's magic touching him, healing him. It was a warm and pleasant feeling, and though he was a demon he could still appreciate this. He was glad to see his wounds heal, but at the same time he was upset, knowing that his human master had been right.<br/><br/>Black was surprised when the healing was over. He'd been waiting for some glowing white light to appear, like he'd always heard. So when the elf girl pulled her hands away and he saw his wounds were gone, he almost felt like he'd missed something. It was clear though that the healing process was done; his arm had gone cold from the sudden lack of magical stimulation, and the elf girl had gone on to call for other patients.<br/><br/>The demon nodded his head briefly to the elf girl. "Thank you," he said simply, turning and walking back to his master.<br/><br/>Ijemaru looked up as he saw his familiar returning to him. "So how did it go?" He asked. He had his knees tucked up, with an elbow resting on one of them and his chin resting on that hand. The tone he used was something like a mock cheerfulness, and from the slight smirk on his face, Black knew the boy knew he'd been right.<br/><br/>"Fine," the demon muttered. "My arm's all better. Are you ready to go inside?" he asked, gesturing to the cabin.<br/><br/>Ijemaru nodded, standing up. "May as well. I want to find out what's going on here. A demon army isn't unleashed for nothing, right?"<br/><br/>There it was again, Black thought. It was that same tone he used where even though he asked for confirmation, the boy already knew he was right. "Yeah," Black said, answering anyway.<br/><br/>They made their way inside the cabin, the smell of soup wafting toward them. Ijemaru glanced to the demoness cooking the soup, then back to his familiar. "Demons eat soup?" he asked, an amused smile on his face.<br/><br/>Black turned away, looking off at one of the walls as he responded. "Some do. I don't. I'm more passive than most demons you'll meet," he said, before continuing ominously, "but I prefer my meals<span style="font-style: italic">walking.</span>"<br/><br/>The human smirked. "Noted."