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Finley had been around Raven long enough to know what each and every one of her goddaughter's expressions meant. A look passed across her dark face that caused Fin's heart to drop into her stomach. It was almost a blessing in that moment that Nightjar couldn't see the look of hopeless anxiety on Raven's face as she took in the news, and she hoped that her nephew was too distressed to realize what the moment of hesitation before his sister responded meant.

Raven moved to assist her brother, and Fin stepped back to watch her go. She frowned sadly as Nightjar was tended to, the ramifications of his condition streaming into her mind. She knew from Towhee that wolves with disabilities could manage survival with the help of their pack, but she knew also that Towhee had had her entire life to learn how to cope with being deaf. Nightjar was older, and unequipped for life without his sight. She couldn't imagine having to learn how to survive like this so late in life, but as Raven continued to inspect her brother and the crease in her brow grew deeper and deeper, Fin suspected that Nightjar would have no choice but to adapt to what looked to be a permanent condition.

Finley sat quietly and began to consider how to help her nephew get through this new development.