The Girl was odd, this much was certain. Even by the standards of how utterly strange Humans were this one continued to baffle Rasteva. Upon finding both her stuffed animal and a chair where neither should reasonably be, she didn't seem too perturbed. Granted her line of questioning towards the Bear made the Daemon quite nervous, especially since her reasoning was the exact truth of what transpired last night.

There was a brief moment where Rasteva considered if she KNEW. The girl had given no indication that she was aware that Rasteva even existed at all, but when they considered all the events that had led them to this place it became more and more plausible. At the same time as the Girl went about her routine the Daemon got the sense that she was much less aware of the Daemon's identity and nature and simply lonely. She spoke to the Bear as if it were an old friend, and not a toy at all. Even going so far as to ask what it wanted to wear for the day. This left Rasteva feeling somewhat miffed because bows were not what could be considered good fashion sense at all. The least she could have done was provided them with a proper suit of armor. 

As she hurried out the door with the Daemon in tow, Rasteva took a moment to have a good look at the area. The building was large and confusing, and that was barring the Elevator which the Daemon was positive they could not work in their current state. That aside after their adventures the day before, Rasteva could feel a small portion of their strength returning. Given enough time they might be able to conjure their own form, albiet a small one that they'd not be able to keep up for very long. But progress was progress and the Daemon would take any that they could get, not matter how small it was.

Sitting in the quiet cafe was about as interesting as sitting in the Girl's home. From their spot at the table Rasteva couldn't see anyone else in the small building. It was woefully boring and quiet, though the strange girl soon filled the silenece with menial chatter. Once more the Daemon mulled over her behavior. As far as they had seen, she had no other companions. And if the group of delinqunet Humans from the night before had been any indication, she might have been a bit of an outcast. Rasteva had never really cared for the motives and methods of Humans. Their morals and reasons for doing what they did were as incomprehensible to the Daemon as they were uninteresting. But they could not help but feel a twinge of pity and slightly more irritation on the girl's behalf. As far as they had seen, she'd done nothing to deserve whatever treatment the Humans from last night had planned for her. She was odd to be certain, but she seemed quite kind as well. Far more than could be said for most Humans Rasteva had come across.

The longer the girl spoke the worse Rasteva began to feel. They had already tried to abscond with an object of great value to her. Even worse she had no idea as to what was living inside of it or what it meant for her or her species as a whole. Rasteva recalled what they had said to the Humans the night before. It had not been a lie. The events leading up to what the Daemon had told them were set in motion long ago. And even now they were all being dragged towards their demise without even realizing it. Rasteva stared at the girl across the table, she seemed so content and assured of safety and it caused Rasteva to feel another pang of guilt.

This was starting to get old.

Rasteva let out an internal sigh, resolving themselves to seperate themselves from the Girl as quickly as they were able to. The guilt the Daemon felt was starting to become both a hinderance, and irritating. They would get nothing done staying as they were and babysitting a Human. She would understand, of this Rasteva was certain.

She had to understand.