"Raven." Jono was, at this point, holding himself together by force of will alone. The words that April had spoken to him the other day had been festering, locked away somewhere that he could mostly ignore them while he ran out alone into the corridors trying to gather supplies.

So he was going to try to make himself useful again. Useful was good. Useful meant that maybe he could lance some of that festering emotional mess and let it go away.

"How are you holding up?"

... Ignore the ears and tail, Raven. Please. They were just kind of...

Very there.