"Who are you talking to?" chirped a sweet voice from behind Iroh.

Flonne blinked up at him, ruby demon eyes curious and sparkling. She'd gone out for a morning walk to enjoy the aesthetic beauty of the place and to come across new friends. Perhaps this kindly-looking old man would be a friend. Despite what Laharl and Etna had said on repeat occasions, the fallen angel felt it was important to befriend the other people trapped here.