Donovan stiffened slightly as the familiar weight of his raven settled on his shoulder. Kangee's presence, though unexpected, brought a rare sense of calm to his troubled spirit.
He never once entertained the fact that Kangee would come for him.
"Kangee, is that really you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kangee on the other hand, simply tilted its head without answering, its sharp eyes scanning Donovan's disheveled appearance. Then, with an indignant squawk, the raven exclaimed, "Master, you look dreadful! How dare they treat you like this? I'll spread the word! I'll call for help!"
"Quiet, Kangee," Donovan said firmly, gently clasping the bird's beak to silence it. His voice held a weary patience, but his expression betrayed their shared understanding. Both of them knew there was little to be done in the situation he was currently in. "I'm fine. Just… keep your voice down before someone hears."