Zendedari tried to use his newfound powers to search his memory for the time Enoch had brought Raven over. Enoch, too, had done so without her consent, without her knowledge of the existence of their kind. He had done it hastily, to save her life, and none of them, even Enoch, had known if it would work. Raven had been forced to learn a new way of life.
A slight sound sent him whirling around to face Kendalf, who staggered away from Raven's body. Caitlin slumped down beside the woman and didn't move. The two healers appeared drained and nearly helpless.
"You have need of blood," Zendedari said to Kendalf. "You gave Raven too much."
"She had need," Kendalf answered wearily. He stretched out on the floor, one arm flung over his eyes to protect them.
"Allow me to provide for you. I have fed well this day," Zendedari offered formally. The sun was climbing steadily despite the severity of the storm.