“Yes, I truly am a god,” came Lumosa's calm, almost teasing reply.
Cleo froze, her breath catching. Telepathy? She knew that only familiars could project thoughts like that—or so she’d previously thought. Before she could recover, the unicorns erupted into a chorus of excited chatter.
"Hmm? Is the little dog being silly, Lumosa?" One of the unicorns piped up, its voice filled with childlike wonder.
"Can you help us make the little dog forget her troubles? She won't play with us!" Another said.
Technically three characters here but oh well lol I couldn't help but add the third one 
“Y’know... Claude,” Khrom slurred, gesturing loosely in his direction, “you’re... you seem like a good guy. Really. B-but... why didn’t Oriana... why didn’t she pick a demon b-boy, huh?”
He blinked slowly, as if confused by his own words. “I mean... you’re not bad or nothin’... just... demons, y’know? Strong... big... fierce-lookin’?”
He leaned back further in his chair, his head rolling to the side as he tried to focus. “S'pose humans... aren’t so bad. Just... squishy...” He hiccupped again, rubbing his belly. “Kinda like... bread.”
His words hadn’t been meant maliciously—Claude knew that.
Khrom wasn’t bullying him, and if anything, it seemed to be more of a drunk man’s curiosity about his daughter’s choice.
But Oriana hadn’t been around to hear their exchange earlier.
All she’d heard was her father’s slurred question, and she assumed the worst: that her father was criticizing Claude, just as fathers sometimes do with their daughters' partners.
Claude simply sipped his wine, trying not to look uncomfortable. He wasn’t familiar with Khrom, and this entire situation was new territory for him.
Kimora, ever the calm one, reached out to Oriana, her hand sliding across the table to hold her daughter’s.
“Sweetie, don’t cry. He didn’t mean it,” Kimora said softly, her voice as sweet as honey as she comforted Oriana. She gave her daughter’s hand a squeeze, her eyes full of understanding.
They technically aren't talking to each other here but it was a great scene (at least, imo)
The night was heavy with an eerie stillness as Isolde flew through the cold, bitter winds, clutching Sinia's broken body to her chest.
The once-proud demoness was a mere shell of herself now, her skin marred by the fierce burns Zephyr had inflicted upon her.
Though her face had begun to heal, her body remained ravaged, barely able to move.
"Let me go, Isolde! I refuse to return to our lord empty-handed!" Sinia's voice was sharp, laced with anger and desperation. She struggled weakly in Isolde's arms, the pain of her injuries evident in every word.
Isolde's grip remained firm as she carried Sinia, her wings beating steadily through the thickening mist.
"You need to rest, Sinia. You're in no condition to fight," she said calmly, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the demon gate awaited them.
I really miss these two...some of my favorite villains from this novel 
