Yeah, Magpie shoots him a quick look. But it's not dismissive or superior, it's... shy, almost. Hunted.

"Stopping this train of thought would be a good way to avoid those things." He hasn't let go, though, or moved to leave; his thumb is moving absently against Raven's shoulder. "Those things were all years ago, for me.

"How do you feel?" In other words, Raven, let's talk about you.