Heron Lake Plateau your shadow weighs a ton

Ray--  he started to try to stop her, but she was on a mission.  It wasn't like he disagreed, but it wasn't like Screech was going anywhere.  They'd be able to toss him out whenever they wanted.  Sometime when it wasn't quite so much an emergency.  You know, sometime when he wasn't veering between wanting to kill someone and just plain falling to pieces.  But whatever.  It was done, he was gone.  Could they get back to the important thing now?

Quixote's fur was still bristled along his spine, even as Screech was shepherded away.  He gave them one final glance before his attention shifted fully back to Raven with another whine as she leaned against him.  This wasn't supposed to happen.  As his concern slowly overwhelmed the rage again, his voice wavered, Come on, you don't look so hot right now.  Where do we find whatever plant that was from before?  We'll head there and you just tell me what to do and we'll get you patched up.  He swept his tongue across the wounds on her face again, pleading for her to help him care for her.