"Kimle!" Ellar yells from downstairs. The unlikely couple releases each other as if they were awkward teenagers, and Kimle darts out of the room to see what the older demon wants. She finds her in the living room, another massive space in the house, where there's a couple of sitting groups and small tables. There's, again, room for about eight people. Maybe there are members of this family that she hasn't met, yet. Ellar and the white girl is peeking out through the window at something that's making them restless. The girl turns to look at her with pure disgust, then leaves the room without a word.
