Rosie's own coming of age was, well, a bit different than mortals'. While she did develop gradually over the course of a couple of decades due to slower physical aging, her first heat was a near intolerable and mildly terrifying experience to navigate alone.

Thankfully, it was more acceptable as a demon than person to threaten to tear out the throat of any male who tried to force her into anything she didn't want. Eventually, she found safe parties to relieve need with and how to handle it all. Comparatively? This was a lot better to weather if it was just the awkward, physical changes.

"You and me both," she has to agree. "I know I'm going to be green, at least, I guess? Which is a nice color."