There was already enough strangeness to contend with. More than enough. Even the palanquin glowed, though now that he could see better, it didn't glow quite so strongly as its rider.
It occurred to him now that Neo had said 'friends'. A glance over at Jackdaw confirmed that the demon had been similarly afflicted. His stoic demeanor hadn't cracked, but he was down on one knee, as if prostrating himself. More likely he had not been given a choice. Aram was barely standing himself, even with Neo's support.
"I see you have sunk lower than I had thought," said Aunt Liang, fixing Neo with a cold withering glare. "Tell me, do the Sentinels know that you are consorting with demons?"