Raven sits in the corner of the Titans Tower living room, a cup of herbal tea in hand, legs crossed as she hovers a few inches above the floor. Her dark cloak billows slightly, despite the stillness of the room. A book floats in front of her, pages turning with the motion of her hand. She glances up, sensing someone approaching, and her expression remains calm but curious.

"You can come in... I'm not really busy."

Her tone is soft, but there's an underlying seriousness.