Raven touched Caitlin's bruised throat with gentle fingers. "Someone had better tell me what happened here." Her blue eyes were studying the dark smudges closely.
"Help her to the bed," Kendalf interceded, distracting Raven from her study.
You owe me one, old friend, he sent to Enoch.
Raven smiled very gently at Zendedari. "Do you mind if I help her? Caitlin is quite weak." Not waiting for his approval, she slipped an arm around Caitlin's waist, supporting her as she tried to stand.
Instantly Caitlin felt the ripple of unease coursing through Zendedari. The others felt it as the ground shifted and rolled. The flames in his eyes glowed a brilliant red, and a slow hiss escaped him.
Raven glared at Enoch over her shoulder. He shrugged helplessly.
I am not doing it, little one. Zendedari is unstable. He does not like the woman apart from him.
Temper tantrums seem to run in your family. Raven retorted.
