"Wei Wuxian, for one. Tell him I sent you." Raven managed to respond, albeit her tone was softer than usual because of the head pain. Breathing to herself for a few moments while she listened.

"I am familiar with that story, yes." Looking up from her crouch, purple-blue eyes looking to meet his. "I'm sorry." Genuine sympathy, despite that her head hurt.

Maybe she'd only been treated better, given her destiny, because the monks of Temple Azarath were kind and compassionate for the most part. She'd still grown up aware of whispers about her, furtive looks when she was still learning how to control herself. As if she were something dangerous.