[As soon as Vergil's gone, Tiffany's shoulders slump. She isn't sure whether or not she made the right choice by turning him away, and she isn't sure what the consequences will be if it was the wrong one. She's so confused by him, and he makes her very nervous-- but she isn't sure that she completely hates him anymore. And not hating him makes her feel guilty, because he's a demon, and if you're supposed to hate anybody it's definitely demons.
At that moment, when she's feeling extra worried and freaked out, a wispy piece of something floats past her face, brushing against her cheek. She lets out a surprised, scared yelp and bats it away, turning to wrap her arms around Mason's sleeping form, burying her face in his neck. This is all wrong; she isn't supposed to have to deal with stuff like this. She's just a normal, nonmagical girl from Pennsylvania. How did she even get here?]
I'm scared, Mason.
[She whispers it against his skin-- quietly, not trying to wake him up.]
I'm very scared.
[And then-- silently, in her head-- she starts to pray.]
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At that moment, when she's feeling extra worried and freaked out, a wispy piece of something floats past her face, brushing against her cheek. She lets out a surprised, scared yelp and bats it away, turning to wrap her arms around Mason's sleeping form, burying her face in his neck. This is all wrong; she isn't supposed to have to deal with stuff like this. She's just a normal, nonmagical girl from Pennsylvania. How did she even get here?]
I'm scared, Mason.
[She whispers it against his skin-- quietly, not trying to wake him up.]
I'm very scared.
[And then-- silently, in her head-- she starts to pray.]