C A L L A
"What? No! They're not scary - well, they are if you try to fight them! But mostly they want to be left alone to grieve." Alarm widens Calla's eyes, causing her to gesticulate as she adamantly shakes her head. She has a very clear image of Nova charging off in a swirl of glitter and impulsivity, directly into some poor spirit that's just trying to mourn in peace. Even odds on either of them winning; all she knows is it won't be good, and will leave the Keeper with even more work.
Shoving her fists onto her hips, Calla glares up at Nova with all the authority she can possibly muster and commands in a mostly non-wavering voice: "So do not try to fight a Daemon! It is not fun!"
This message conveyed (though she fears on deaf ears), Calla's feeling even closer to something like emboldened. Alas, it all collapses like a house of cards as Nova comes back in like a bedazzled wrecking ball, her flurry of questions coming so rapid-fire that the Keeper can't keep track. "Uhhhh..." she falters, visibly deflating as she shrinks back into herself, arms now wrapped around her chest.. "I, um... I don't really..."
A shadow flashes from the steps above them and suddenly Lucifer is standing there, tail thrashing stone and violet eyes gleaming as he glowers down at Nova. His ire is motivated less by concern for Calla's mental state and more by annoyance that it's now bothering him, and that he cannot abide.
