[Cassie's in the middle of rubbing at her temple and willing the headache away. She can't think straight, mostly because she's tracking to rack her brain to figure out what the ravens could actually mean. So she's a little dismissive at first, but isn't doing it to be rude.]

Let's go. We can call in the others if we need them.

[But if Cassie has it her way, they won't. She starts to head off in the direction that feels right, trying to trust her gut instinct like Nick's taught her to do.]

Do ravens symbolize anything? Like in literature or anything. Sometimes my visions are like that, pictures that are puzzles that have to be figured out.