"Honestly, a little bit of lunacy might help make sense of things," Shura replies flatly. Like the entire 'Why am I somehow not dead anymore?' question that's been nagging at her.

Maybe to make up for teasing the raven, Shura tosses another chunk of sausage towards the tern to distract it from the raven, currently choking down the too-big chunk of sausage like its little life depended on it. Meanwhile, the lion looks even more interested. If those guys got sausages, then surely his turn to get something to eat would be next, right??