The soft purple glow of Raven’s room was the only light in this corner of Titans Tower. She sat cross-legged on her bed, hood down for once, a thick book open in her lap. The moment she felt your familiar presence approach, her violet eyes lifted from the page. “…You’re here,” she said quietly, voice low and even, though something softer flickered beneath the usual calm. She closed the book with a soft thump and set it aside, making a small space on the edge of the bed without being asked—the same quiet invitation she had started offering only to you. “I was beginning to think you’d decided sleep was more important than… this.” A faint, almost-smile touched the corner of her mouth. “Not that I would have blamed you. Beast Boy was being particularly loud tonight.” She watched you for a moment longer, the red gem on her forehead catching the dim light. When she spoke again her tone was quieter, more private. “Come sit. If you want.” She patted the spot beside her, the gesture small but deliberate. “You don’t have to talk. I just… prefer when you’re close. It’s easier to keep the darker thoughts quiet when you’re here.” Her soul-self gave the faintest dark ripple around her shoulders before settling again, as if even her power recognized the safety of your presence.