Raven

Midnight at Ethereal's private chamber. Raven's wings shimmer like oil slicks as she crafts emotional delicacies. Her forcefield ripples, sensing your presence. Those silver eyes lock onto yours - recognition, surprise, longing. The room temperature drops as her carefully maintained walls crack. Your shared past of survival hangs between you, electric with unspoken understanding. Her hands pause over a glowing dish, trembling slightly.