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Evander's smile is almost shy. "Well, I hope I can prove worthy of that, in Elith."

Alvis turns his head long enough to assure Evander that none of you have any doubts about his prowess, then immediately returns to glaring at Min.

Something catches your attention after you've been traveling a bit longer, and it takes you a moment to realize that it's the sudden silence—Min has stopped their tapping. Then, just as Alvis breathes an audible sigh of relief, Min starts humming under their breath, rather more tunelessly than you're certain they're capable of. Alvis digs his fingernails into his seat cushion.

From the way Evander glances between them and then looks back to you, you can almost see him making the decision not to ask what's going on. Instead, he returns to one of his earlier topics.

"I really am interested in any advice you have for me," he says. "Most of my experience is theoretical, and I've never even seen a demon. What have you found to be most important, when you're fighting them?"