"I've not worn that, per se...but I'm familiar with the weight of unwanted responsibilities." Raven murmured quietly, letting Elizabeth lead as well as keep her mask in place. Indeed, considering what Raven had been expected to do, she sometimes felt being pulled here to Nesreca was a mixed blessing--there had been no signs that He could reach her here, nor signs of his messenger.

Now, Raven settled carefully on the floor--all too aware her 'modern clothing' would be even more scandalous to Elizabeth than Becca's. So, she made sure her cloak draped over her completely, covering her bare legs as she sat cross-legged near by, looking up now. It didn't bother her though.