Worry

Her facial reaction to my pathetic display caught me off guard. I have never known any depiction of demons to show compassion to the damned. Perhaps it's an elaborate scheme to drive me deeper into despair. However the longer I stared up at her the more I was convinced her reaction was genuine. In my broken but now hopeful state I ask her, "Am I in hell?" Her worry morphed into confusion, did I say something weird?

Then she opened her mouth to speak, "incomprehensible sounds," I didn't understand, I guess that makes sense. Why would she speak English?

Seeing my confusion she tried talking again, maybe in some different language than the previous one but it was still in vain. Understanding that we will most likely get no where like this I decided to try a new approach. Pointing to my mouth and then rubbing my belly I tried to ask for something to eat or perhaps drink. After seeing this her eyes lit up, she had this determined look on her face and I think she understood. She knelt in front of me a couple inches away and looked me in the eye and nodded. There is hope!

She then took my hand in hers and started standing. Trying to be in sync I attempted to stand alongside her and while getting on our feet we bumped foreheads and she giggled at my idiocy while I fell back down. Holding my hand at the time she prevented me from landing too hard on the ground with surprising strength and helped get back on my feet.