Knowing this one as he does, he would expect Eliana to turn her head and look 
back at him, if only to ascertain that he is indeed looking at her. It is the 
cat that looks, however. From its place beside Eliana’s ankles, the black one
turns and looks directly at Raman, then bares its teeth and hisses. This, Raman 
knows, is a warning of sorts. He lowers himself to the floor and sits with legs 
crossed, leaning back against the wall. Standing is not allowed. It is 
considered a great privilege to be permitted to witness the conduct of the 
magic. He must sit here, remaining silent and unmoving, until the magic is done.