Redhawk Caldera fading away

She listened carefully as Eljay confided in her. He felt like he was stuck dwelling when the rest of the world moved on with things. Raven could sort of sympathize with him. Although she no longer felt this way, she remembered really struggling to cope with Peregrine's savage treatment of Junior. She remembered veritably obsessing over the gruesome memories, thinking her father a monster, when nobody else seemed that bothered by it. She didn't think it was a good example to bring up now but it gave her an inward ability to identify with Eljay.

"I know how you feel, I think," she replied. "I once had a hard time with something. I couldn't stop thinking about it, even after everyone else had already moved on." She recollected staring at her own feet and wondering if they'd look the same as the inside of Junior's severed head if she tore them apart. Raven shuddered at the memory, pushing it out of her mind. "I dwelled on it a lot longer than I should've. But what helped me was focusing on other stuff and staying busy. For me, teaching myself about medicine gave me something else to do with myself." She paused. "Do you have any trades, Eljay?"