cut me open and let all the ink run from these veins, until my words bleed dry, and only blank pages remain
He'd hoped off her back when it proved safe enough and now that the bats were gone, he turned his attention to her. Having the much larger beast leaning over him should have kicked fight or flight instincts into gear. However, after all the banter they'd been trading Rance felt far from threatened. Only as much as you treasured our meetin', pussy cat. He made a opened his beak and let out a sound like a cat's meow. Or, more accurately, a girlish human voice attempting the sound. He couldn't full on talk as raven, not conversationally, but his mimicry was vastly better.
RANCE
