Ryan Pratt never got cold. There was never a time in his life where he needed any warm clothing whatsoever. He could wear what he wanted in any sort of weather without feeling any drawbacks. His abilities as a cryomancer came with a few other abilities to go with controlling ice. He was completely unfazed by any sort of cold or lack of heat, so the moment that Raven used her magic on him was quite startling.

She magic itself was dark, chilling to the bone, and filled with negative energy. He had never felt anything like it before, and if was going to be honest - which he wasn't at the time - it scared him. 

But there was a silver lining to it. 

Through the magic Raven cast, Ryan could feel her constant struggle against her inner literal demons. With this, he assured himself that her magic was not nearly as dark as it used to have been, but was surely as light and positive as it could be.

The removal of the bullet caused him to wince once more, as well as when she had patched him up, but all he could manage to say to her was a simple "Thanks." As he tried his best not to move.

Then another person appeared at the scene of the battle. The young man who entered through the automatic doors seemed too perfect in appearance. he was like a cookie cutter model to Ryan, and something about him didn't seem right. Beast Boy seemed to know who he was. Maybe he was another recruit? It seemed to be the most likely possibility.

He then cast a glance at Runé. It was nothing hateful or spiteful, but curious as to how she would react to the situation at hand.

Nightwing could only sigh. They had just defeated a monster earlier that morning, three of the four candidates that Beast Boy had told him about arrived, and the lobby of the Tower was in a little rough condition. Maybe Cyborg would have to stay in town a little longer to see the reconstruction through. Raven and Beast boy would be staying, he was sure of that. So, these three would have to move into the many rooms the Tower had since they most likely didn't have a place to stay on the mainland.

"Is there anyone else I should know about, Gar?" Nighting rested his face in the palm of his hand while trying to gather his thoughts.

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While the Titans and Initiates were gathered in the lobby, a flock of Corvids descended from the skies and rested on the top of the tower. Among those Corvids was a young woman, who dissipated her wings and took the time to meditate on the highest point of the tower.