Evangeline stood back, quietly observing the unfolding chaos with an amused smile. It was rare to see Damon so out of his element. The usually stoic and distant figure was now at odds with a raven and an elf, and it was undeniably entertaining. Even Sylvia, who was typically calm and reserved, seemed unusually spirited in defending the bird.
The raven perched smugly on Damon's head, ruffling its feathers as if declaring victory. Damon's frown deepened with every passing second, his patience clearly fraying.
Sylvia's gentle smile, however, remained unwavering.
"Looks like he's decided to stay," she said lightly, stroking the bird's feathers.
Damon gave her a deadpan look.
"Did he tell you that, or are you just guessing?"
Sylvia tilted her head playfully. "A little bit of both."
He sighed, his shoulders slumping.
"Get this bird off my head, or it's going to be dinner."
