Heather was about to point out that many mages let the demons in for promises of power, greed, eternal youth, lust, or whatever else they desired, but the woman walked away anyway. She had some experience with a few of those types and they weren't pleasant. Mostly because they were all false promises.

She looked up at Gwenealle, "I don't recall arguing and I thought I was being quite amicable. It makes it hard to trust and fight beside someone when all they do is spit in your face. I suppose I'll just not talk to people from now on." she said, returning her gaze to where she needed to keep watch. "I suppose figuring out where we're going is a good idea, though...."