Raven felt Damian’s eyes on her before she even looked up. He was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, his usual serious expression softened by something almost vulnerable. She hid a small smile, pretending to be absorbed in her book until finally, she glanced up.

“Yes, Damian?” she murmured, keeping her tone light but warm.

He shifted, attempting his usual calm, but she could sense the care behind his words. “Just… making sure you’re okay,” he said, looking away briefly, as if embarrassed.

She closed her book and patted the seat beside her, feeling her heart soften as he settled next to her. Without a word, she reached over, their hands resting together as they sat in a comfortable, quiet understanding, feeling at peace just being near each other.