Erillia frowned as she felt confusion wash over her mind.  What had the demon done to her?  Had he done more than rummage around her memories?  Could she trust anything?  She forced the thoughts from her mind, they would accomplish nothing, then headed over to the bed.  She carefully swept one hand over the blanket, keeping it about an inch away, what little magic she could still harness flowing through her palm to try and clean the filthy blanket of its contamination.  It was one of the first cantrips she had learned, and wouldn't last long, but hopefully she wouldn't need it to.<br/><br/>Once she had cleaned, or at least attempted to clean, the blanket she lifted it and wrapped it around one of her hands.  Some protection in place, she returned to the window and gave it a hard shove, trying to force it open.  If it didn't, she drew back her fist and struck it, attempting to smash the glass with her cloth-wrapped fist.  She had no intention of dallying, and her bare breasts bounced and swayed with her movements even as the band continued to taunt her.