"Not always. I don't always let him in," Mena said with a lift of her shoulder. Sometimes he pecked on the window until she opened it. On those nights, she knew her parents had been bothering Arkady to make sure that she was okay, but most nights he sat in the tree outside and kept a vigil from outside.
She frowned a little, correcting his pronunciation. "It's Hebrew, actually," she said, glancing up at the crow again. "As for what else he can do, I can't tell you. His owner keeps those secrets close to his chest. Powerful magic, you know." She glanced at Barclay suppressing her smile. She was sure that would pique his interest. Not that she would tell him too much. "And what's Gust? And Wing Attack?" she asked, having grown up in the Carnival, this was one popular culture reference she didn't get.