It wasn't Ravine's intention to show up so late after the move, among other things that have transpired as of late. Between bustling around the city so soon after Fear's need for an energy boost and her sealing Atem's soul wound that she had inflicted as a result of that, she has been fairly preoccupied.

(Oh, and speaking of which... there he is. But Ravine isn't here to keep her meditating friend company, much as she wouldn't mind to.)

With this it's better late than never, and rather than speaking through the mundane communications that is their phones, Ravine enters Hope's temple directly. Or as direct as a reaper emerging from the tendrils of shadows in the darkest corner nearby can allow her to. It's pretty direct.

Eyes shifting from sharp gold to their usual soft brown, she approaches the temple center as a guest than a devoted worshipper, a raging critic, or a beggar.

"If it would not be much trouble, Hope, I would like to have a word with you."

He should know.