Anoria flushed, but kept her composure as best she could. Not an easy task when tied and draped over the back of a mount like a sack of grain. Quickly she pressed her cheek into Kyn's hand, kissing the palm.<br/><br/>Kynrind flushed angrily, opening her mouth to retort to Silven when she caught her sister's glance.  Jaw set, she took the bauble, sticking it in a pocket.  "See that you do care for her and that she is unharmed." The 'or else' was left unsaid. The money she took reluctantly, a distasteful look on her face, placing it in a surviving pouch. "I might have to do that. What's this demons name, location and everything you know about it. There's a huge number of demons in the Netherstorm. Finding a single one will be difficult."  It was plain she did not like the situation at all, but was trying to make the best of a bad situation.