Bran ducked it's head as Leeloo's fingers neared, though the gesture was to welcome her touch and not to snub the gesture or flee as it usually would anyone besides its human that attempted to do such a thing. Normally the ebony corvid was not cordial, welcoming or patient with others. Leeloo was the only exception because of the weight she held in Eric's heart.
It wasn't that Eric didn't want to follow the bird, to follow Peter. He would because it was the way, the path that felt the most right in a world that was very chaotic and undetermined. But giving Peter the head start was also the right thing to do. Not that Eric was pleased about it, but it couldn't be helped. It was beyond him.
For another moment, the Dark Avenger stood watching the place that held air now that Peter had vanished, his eyes moving with the other black bird that was so familiar and so very strange. It flew away, back in the direction in which to had come, and when it was gone Eric turned.
The motions were quick, racing as fast as his legs would carry him toward where Leeloo and Peter were. Bran held their position, and with a caw sealed it in Eric's mind. The apartment building came into view in a few moments, the space between him and her lessening with every footfall.
Before he knew it Eric was standing at the window, peering in at Leeloo and Peter. Bran cawed and rustled his feathers.