Ian strolls down to the dungeon the next morning with some food and books for their captives. Ann is cuddled up under the blanket they provided for her, sleeping peacefully. Libby, however, is awake and throwing rocks at the wall.

"Morning," he says cheerfully, sliding the food into her cell. She looks up and sighs.

"Oh, it's you. The one who shot me in the shoulder," she snaps.

"Look, I'm sorry about that. You were coming at me and I panicked," Ian replies. "Do you want Harry Potter or The Hobbit?"

Libby blinks a few times, confused.

"Wait, you're giving me a book?"

"Well, yeah. Sitting in a cell is boring, so I figured you should have something to read."

The demon girl thinks for a moment.

"I'll take Harry Potter. Which one is it?"

"Uh, I just grabbed Philosopher's Stone. I can bring you more if you want," Ian suggests. She nods.

"I'll start with that one. Why are you treating us so well? I thought I would get tortured."

"No, we don't do that. We mostly just question you when we need to and such."

"Why didn't you leave me to suffer after you shot me?" Libby asks after a couple of moments of silence.

Ian doesn't say anything for a bit. He watches Libby, then shrugs.

"I guess I couldn't live with the guilt of hurting you. I wasn't really trained to kill."

"Huh," Libby mumbles. Ian slides her book and food closer to her and pushes The Hobbit and another tray of food into Ann's cell. As he begins to head upstairs, Libby stops him.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asks.

"Ian. You?"

"Libby. Thanks for this."

"You're welcome."

With that, Ian heads back upstairs, feeling exceptionally cheerful.