He hears only snatches of what she's saying, though he's striving to listen.

Father?
No father.
The cold and the darkness close in tighter, and he's sure they're going to squish him. Splat, like a tiny bug.
Insignificant speck.
He curls in on himself tighter, shrinking back further in fear.

He hesitates, only for a heartbeat, and then the demon presses forward, anger darkening his features.

His grasping hand closes into a fist, and with a beast's bellow he charges her, swinging.