Her head was down, her eyes on the book in her lap, but she wasn't really reading it. Her thoughts were elsewhere, filled with worry and guilt and shame, and her body language, the slump of her shoulders, showed it. She'd also lost a little weight during the month here due to a lack of appetite.

Philia lifted her head and wuffed in greeting when she recognized Hannibal. Raven looked up, and a smile spread across her face. "Doctor Lecter," she said, setting the book aside and rising to her feet. "It is good to see you. Please, come in."