Josiah nodded. "Yeah. It's a bad situation." He looked away, the troubled look still on his face. "I wish I could do more to help, but I have a feeling I'd do more harm than good."

He sighed, trying to keep the small grin from his face. "You're good for her, whether she'll admit that or not. Those talks are like... chicken noodle soup for the demon's soul. You should probably market that and see what you can get out of it."