Aligning oneself with a demon. That never worked well and Raven was the living proof of it. Well, in the dreams. Either way, it was bad, and she would never recommend it because it was completely idiotic. Not that there were motivational speeches for that sort of thing. Her mother was dead. Here. In both sets of dreams. Dead. Because of her. But there were always consequences when dealing with things beyond your control and actual understanding.
The Book of Azar couldn't help her with this. All the chanting in the world and repetition of words couldn't help her. Being off in her magic was dangerous and so far, she wasn't finding anything that would help. The meditation books she had come across were all the same, nothing different, all the same things she already did. Well okay, they didn't have sections about going into a mirror where each of her emotions locked away for her to learn from and control. Nor anything on levitating while meditating as was her preference as well, most people didn't levitate.
Having been absorbing information from one book (one of the few things Malchior had taught her that was useful to her), Raven was pulled from her focus at the voice beside her.
"Depends on the book. What are you looking for?"
She wasn't the most social of people, the fact she worked at a coffee shop tended to amuse people because of her lack of people skills. But it was what it was, and well, she was here often enough she might have an idea on how to help someone. Especially in this section of the store.