The horns on her head slowly began to recede, returning her to a fairly normal looking young woman. The process was slower than she'd have liked it to be but it was not precisely something she could control at will. Darker magic caused the change and she'd definitely pulled on quite a bit of that to deal with her visitor. Still, she realized her appearance bothered this person. Why wouldn't it? The demonic appearance bothered some of her closest friends sometimes. How could it not bother a stranger? She shifted her position and then forced herself to look directly at him with a strained smile.

Inside there were an awkward array of feelings dancing around, but that didn't mean she had to show it on the outside. "Apparitions...perhaps. It would explain why my sword cut so cleanly," she shrugged. "Though not why they took the forms they did. Have you encountered any?"