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Pantaleimon's ears perked forward towards the comical portrait of soaked Raven, but the expression on her face was serious and gentle. She watched as Raven's face was wrought into emotion, and she wondered what sort of horrible secret it could be. Pantaleimon's heart sank to her paws when Raven said that she saw inside the head of the girl that had attacked Wildfire. Why had they torn her apart in front of the pups? It almost made Pantaleimon angry when she thought of it. The next words did not help: why on earth would Peregrine, after tearing her apart in front of her, tell Raven that the wolf was her sister?

With a worried frown on her face, Pantaleimon curtly nudged the bridge of Raven's nose before withdrawing again and looking at Raven's face. Pan wasn't sure what to say; what could she say? Pan had never been a wordsmith. "She... she w-was a bad wolf, Raven. I... I'm sorry you had to see that, though, you shouldn't have had to see the inside of - of anyone's head." Pantaleimon's face was wrought in apology, even though she had nothing to actually apologise for; but someone had to be apologetic for what had happened to Raven, and her heart went out to the darkest of Peregrine's children.