Raven doubted she was a 'good one' but she did try hard to be so. She had settled not far from where Elizabeth's bed was, and now pulled her cowl back up. Making herself comfortable, centering, preparing for her meditation. "No, just rest and sleep."

Waiting fully for Elizabeth to drift off, then gently sliding in with her Empathy. Just enough to brush against the other's mind; not unlike when she blocked pain, but blocking the consciousness instead from the images that came with REM. Faintly feeling of feathers against the barest of mental-senses to the sleeper.

Once that was done, Raven allowed herself to enter almost a trance. A peaceful state where she was able to block the nightmares, to help Elizabeth's body continue purging the Alcohol, and where the Empath herself could rest a bit.