[ Once she's out of her grasp, she wraps part of her cloak around herself. He may or may not catch a glimpse - she only has one arm. The crows try to take seats - one on her shoulder, and the other on top of her head. The others must be content on the ground. ]

... I'm hesitant to tell you my real form, and my real name. Even before this, people had difficulty believing what I claimed to be, due to how absurd it was to them.