Hotaru took a deep breath, putting her hands on her hips. Too much had happened to catch a breath and now they had to keep moving still. She looked at Mera who turned to start walking as well as she spoke, "Mary told me that he seems to be under the impression that I've murdered my father. Odd, since last I saw him he was laying in the streets, crippled," she mumbled, "Can't say I'm sorry the bastards gone and I blame that bastard out there for it. He took my father to one of those old ruins, and he was never the same afterwards," she muttered. 
"So does he know about the demons and such," Hotaru looked at her, her brows drawn down.
"If he does, he denies that the gypsies have anything to do with it. Denies a part of that lore that he stands upon as his reasoning for us being better than everyone else. Our glorious heritage to the elves. The tales say as we became gypsies a band of us split of to regain or true immortality, to be free of our goddesses conditions, and they evolved in to some cruel beasts that we've monikered demons, though they're not really demons, not as far as we know," Mera said as he walked, "How embarrassing would it be to our great leaders to accept how truly far some groups fell in search for power..."
"They're not much better than humans from the sound of it," Hotaru pointed out, raising a brow.
Mera smirked, "True enough," she said, "But Mary is off to find answers to remove your unwelcome guest for good. We provided enough of a distraction that they won't be pursued by Ovorion or any of his remaining cohorts," she added, "Now just to put a good distance between us and them and we'll be fine and dandy," she murmured.