The raven cries again, hopping onto Brian's hand and allowing itself to be brought in the room. It looks at Brian with an intelligent look in it's eye, and caws once more when he asks who its owner was. It climbs up onto his shoulder, and when he walked over to Juliette, it fluttered down onto the back of the couch cawing sadly. It rustles its feathers, uneasy at what was going on with its owner.<br/><br/>When Brian moves her, she was limp, not feeling as he sat her up, but remained like she was, fast asleep and unknowing to the world around her. Her skin would feel colder than before, the color that she did have in her face slowly draining away. She was oblivious to everything, to Brian tapping her cheek gently, to the cries of her raven. The only response that they got were silvery tears falling from her already soaked eyelashes, making a slow path across her skin, freezing in their tracks, making an icy trail.