"...Mama Grimm, do I really have to do this? This food is strange! And my little pot is mine! I've been saving important things in here!" Azazel asks me grumpily without wanting to try what I put on her plate while shaking a little pot full of things she's been accumulating.
"Yes, daughter, you need to eat this, it's part of your growth, and you have to stop hoarding these things inside this pot, they've started to rot and now you have to throw them away," I say, seeing Azazel's body, it seems to be changing, not physically, but directly in deeper areas, and I recognize that.
'She's evolving...' She's going to 'grow up' soon, it's happened once before, Azazel was a baby, and after a few months she told me the system said she was a child, and from what I can see, she'll soon evolve into a teenager.
