Serph accepts the explanation without question; there are strange things in his land and it isn't like he has a good understanding of what's normal for trees. Are trees normally calming? He wouldn't know. There's no change in his expression, no sign that he thinks things suspicious at all

It's with some effort that he tries to fold the wings on the side closest to John so they're out of his way, feathers shuddering as the limbs don't quite respond as he intends. Yet another sign that this is different to his demon; he knew, instinctively, how his demon functioned from the very beginning. Eventually he gets those wings awkwardly pulled against his side while the rest stay splayed out over the edge of the bed.

"Most others lost their minds. You were lucky."