Liannet

Whatever interest she had in the letters is diverted by the raven's entrance; she instinctively shies back a little, unused to having a bird perched on her shoulder. In fact, she's not really used to anything getting that close. She starts to reach up with one arm, then stops, not sure whether she had intended to brush it up or... pat it, or whatever one did to a bird. She settles for glancing at it warily. What did it want with her, anyway?

Of course—the raven symbol. "But what do you want me to do with it, fool bird?" she mutters to herself and it, her tone much less harsh than her words. She didn't really think it knew—if it had known how to use the symbol, surely it would have told Urik. And he would have used it, or told his companions what he intended with it. Wouldn't he?