On the fifth day, Azrail took Xuanyin to the Night Market and left Valencia in the scholarly district, continuing her information collection, Raena doing whatever Raena did when left unattended in a demon city for several hours (he had made his peace with not knowing). Huifen was carefully practising the art of sitting in a demon tea house and looking like she belonged there, which she was getting measurably better at.
Huifen had started the trip jumping at every shadow, but now she could hold a cup without her hands shaking, mimic the casual glances of the locals, even nod at a passing demon without her fox instincts kicking in. It was little progress, but necessary; one wrong twitch could blow their cover in a place like this.
