Hope for Refuge

The ravens cry startled the group, Theo and Erik looking to the doomed beings around them with weapons quickly drawn.
Dyvia had yet to do the same, instead showing tense interest in her cursed offspring.
For Mimir, it brought him back from his stupor. Clearing his eyes, the elder slowly moved back to the group in order to stand near Luna. Eyeing the gods, he joined his opinion with a returning determination.
“Wherever we go, it won’t do much good if the bird keeps crying out. I am not sure what parts of the city remain intact, but there should be a hideaway not far from here.”
Looking warily to the bird once more, he began retracing his memory in the hopes of finding a refuge from his thoughts and whatever dangers the raven might alert.