Anput had already begun to walk away, the Jackalkin giving us some space as she went to go help the Demons gather whatever was leftover to take back towards the camp, which wasn't a lot, but...
When the Fiend had died, so too had the remaining Cultists on the walls above, and they were currently black, charred corpses with half melted armor and weapons, but those things were still able to be recycled into something new, and they would provide some more clues onto the average strength of the Cult through the materials used; it all looked to be the same kind of silver alloy, after all, so we could learn quite a bit through just the metal itself.
But... that wasn't something I was thinking about currently; what I was thinking about was the blue skinned Demoness who was staring down at me with a patient gaze, her amethyst eyes locked to mine as she waited for me to answer her question.
Whew~