Come to think of it, the something in her may be in her head. Maybe through her head.

That's the thing about letting demons up-- they want out, into this world of shape and matter and meat, and they want it all the time. They'd chew their way through if they could.

Ava exhales, lips quirking into a distant approximation of a smile. The air gets a little bit colder.

"Hey, Trowa."