"Years." Raven repeated the word, then rolled the concept around inside her head. So it might be years. She cast her eyes upward and scrunched her nose, but accepted the news with no further fanfare. Alright. Years, then.
"I'm registered for school; it's a start, I guess. And there were worse times to be uprooted, or so I keep telling myself." She'd been grasping for optimism for days, and though the smile was shaky, she still managed one. "The movement does put me off, though. Sometimes it feels intentional, which is irrational, but. I think it's true."