The day past Lilith's death crawled every second, it felt much longer than usual as if every minute was twice as long. Everyone in the party already knew what had happened, and from the dejected look in Raven's eyes, they knew it had affected him a lot. Why wouldn't it? Watching a person they knew turn into a monster, how could one not be in mourning especially after being forced to kill the creature that was taking over their body?
He was in no mood to talk much and it was much apparent, and thankfully for him, the convoy had arrived and was taking away the prisoners of the elves. He didn't have to do anything for a few more hours but keep an eye on the situation, and that's exactly what he needed before attempting to fulfill Lilith's last words.