"You don't look hurt to me," observed Shizuru, "but if you insist, alright. It can wait until morning. For now, I think I'll go get some fresh air. I haven't been in the human world for a few hundred years. You get tired of the smell of brimstone after a while." The demoness grins and snaps her fingers, a pair of black shades appearing on her face to cover those golden eyes of hers. Regardless of the time of day, she'd wear them outside. She found that mortals often stared a bit too intently at her eyes and she had a rather distinct look in hers. Looking into them long enough revealed something... not human about her. It was less something one could actually see and more of a gut feeling. The feeling of looking into something forbidden, not of this world. The demon turned and waved a hand at Miyu, "Come along."