Having adjusted Fiona's reclining posture, Raven reaches forward to
tuck a stray wisp of her hair behind her ear, stroking her brow as he
does. He pauses then, seemingly lost in thought, only to be stirred
by a brief movement in her lips, followed by her throat showing a
shallow swallow.
“Not long now,” he says, directing his comment at Oak.
Oak, for his part, stands tense and wary, watchful of Raven, branch
held purposefully pointed in his direction.
Once finished with Fiona, Raven turns to Robert, adjusting his form
in a similar way. As his body is turned, a few mumbled sounds escape
his lips. Raven leans closer to try to hear, but his actions are
halted by Oak's cough and a twitching of the branch.
“Not too close,” he commands.
Raven sighs frustratedly in reply. “You really have no idea what
you're dealing with,” he says, almost to himself, “No idea at
all.”
