"Vhere are you taking me?" Ivan asked, sounding more alert than he had been the last time he spoke. He curled his arms around Raven's neck and his legs around the man's middle to avoid being jostled around so much. He was a bit tense, his legs squeezed together as close as possible. They weren't quite out the door yet, so he looked at the caravan master as if to ask if he had permission to just up and leave like this. The whole situation was highly confusing. He hadn't even had time to pick his bow and quiver up, let alone been told where he was being taken. It seemed odd for Raven to just scoop him up and carry him out the door without a word.