Elizabeth kept her gaze on the succubus for a few more seconds, as if assessing not only her physical state, but something deeper—echoes, connections, invisible marks left by everything she had been through.
Then she straightened her posture and spoke, with the same absolute calm that always accompanied her.
"Take her inside," she said softly. "The room is already prepared."
She made a discreet gesture with her hand.
"Third wing, inner corridor. Light protections, nothing that will make her feel trapped. She will need to sleep… and wake without fear."
Two servants appeared almost instantly, bowing respectfully. Elizabeth turned her gaze to Damon, still carefully carrying the succubus.
"You can take her there," she added. "I think it will be… better that way."
Damon nodded without arguing.
"Of course."
