"Tony, I don't-" Raven started, turning back with a sigh. She was tired, and upset, and on the verge of tears and-- She froze at the sight of the box, probably the very last thing she'd expected, least of all right now.
"Nnn-" Her lips twitched, tears spilling over onto her cheeks, and she might have been a laugh or a sob, it was really hard to tell right now.
"...Tony," her voice voice trembled slightly, and she reached towards the box before pulling back, holding out her hand instead. It was tradition after all. She swallowed, looking embarrassed with herself.
"...If I have to leave suddenly...will you get the bird for me? I need to know he's safe until I can come back."