Raine is frozen, eyes glued to the Owlbeast- or, rather, based on the changes, they assumed Eda.

"Eda..?" Their voice was soft as they stepped closer. They lowered their violin, and a part of Raine really hoped they weren't about to get a very displeased reply from the Owlbeast.

Still, the bard crouched down, trying to seem a little less threatening if it was still the Owlbeast.

"Are you alright?"