Follows behind Azazel, still a bit wobbily from their rather boisterous romp. All around her she still spies the mist, and can hear the sounds of others involved in the same passionate activity with other demons.<br/><br/>Shudders a little, but not from fear. Instead, she shudders from a strange desire she'd never paid much attention to before. She wanted to join in with these beings......but she tried to fight it off. Clutching her onyx cross, she continues on to wherever she is led.