Aspen laughed, the sound wasn't a real laugh. It was breathy and quite and more of a sigh then a laugh. It felt more absurd then ever. But still something inside her was compelled to nod gently. Her hair, of which pieces had fallen out of the elastic that she had used to carelessly pull it back, brushed softly against her face. The feeling reminded her of being drunk, aware but somehow altered. Things that her conscious mind would have deemed immoral seemed like a good idea, perhaps even a great one. 

So, Aspen nodded. She understood what he was saying, or at least she thought she did. "Yes, I will sign." Her voice was somehow clear and vibrant. 

She watched with bemusedly as he trailed his bloody claws across the ancient paper. He moved so delicately for such a beast. He was precise with his work, scrawling her name, letting the bloody ink soak into the sheet, forever imprinting itself inside it. There was something so solidifying, so terrifying and Aspen was both scared and excited. Her entire body shook unnoticeable as her eyes watched intently the work being done before her. 

Without much of a thought she looked up at it's eery, ominous eyes. Her stomach clenched, fear returning to make her eyes bulge and her skin pale. She could feel whatever it was, be it her own stubborn selfishness or something more, slowly drain away from her body until she was left with only antagonizing fear. However, it wasn't so much that she couldn't speak. She opened her mouth, lips quivering and hands shaking. 

"W-what happens now?"