Jean looks at you with narrowed eyes and a kind of contempt, sighing. But he's not looking at your face, but at the wounds on your hands. the broken knuckles, the scarred hands.

And Jean doesn't even wince, staring blankly at one point while the bandage was in his hands, and he snorted. His head fell down somewhere, but he also diligently and to some extent carefully treated your wounds. Kevin Day has left the nest, he has only you left. And maybe he'll never say it out loud, but if he loses you too, then probably the same scars on his hands will bloom.

He's a Raven. His place is at Evermore. But you are his only hope to see the world not in black tones.

"Stupid kid."