The spirit awoke with a twitch of his comically bushy mustache, eyebrows raised in confusion. He remembered being stabbed in the throat and fainting. Blearily he took stock of his surroundings. Oh. He reached out with a monkey-like paw and tested the bars. He sighed. A cage, and one warded so that he couldn't just dematerialize and escape.
    The smartly dressed red-headed woman glanced over at Mephistopheles, more commonly known as Mephy the Demon Emperor Tamarin. Mestofails the Useless according the stuffed-shirt Hermetic summoner that called him into the mortal world. "You're finally awake? I was starting to think you were going to wither away and die."
    Mephy grumbled in his rough quavery voice, rubbing his throat where the wound had been. "Us spirits aren't easy to kill, you know."
    The young woman got eye level, bending down to do so, narrowed her eyes. "I'm Dorothy Andrews, of the Beacon Society. Au-" She remembered that Aurelia used a nom de gurre and caught herself. "Metallia Gold brought you here so I could try and heal you."
    There was a moment where the spirit and the mahou stared at each other. "... Are you really such a coward that you pass out for a *two days* from getting stabbed?" Dorothy finally asked.
    Mephy looked down at his feet. "...Yes."