She stood there, hands on her hips, crimson pigtails bouncing with every step. Her red eyes sparkled with mischief.
"I'm Velra," she said, grinning. "You're squishier than I imagined."
"Thanks, I moisturize with trauma," Jinn replied, backing up nervously.
Velra leaned down, poking his gooey body with one claw. "Papa never laughs. You must be special."
Zerath appeared beside her. "My daughter will observe your... progress."
"Oh great," Jinn muttered. "A demon princess babysitter."