She hears you.
You are standing at the peak of the rubble, and because she can hardly make out your figure, you are crying out to her and hopping side to side. You don’t dare fly further in because you are full aware that a collapse is incredibly likely. Frame’s fears have been seeping into you ever since she woke up, though, and you feel as though you might lose your sentience if she dies. “Please, just come up here!" You say, although all that comes out of you is indecipherable, panicked squawking.
She looks up at the raven, frozen. Does she dare believe a raven might be saving her? She has only ever seen a dog and several cats, all of which are probably dead right now, and not much of what anyone’s ever told her says anything about the possibility of trusting ravens.
They eat dead things.
<Corn is also delicious! But whatever, just trust me!>
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