Dune gathered herself as quickly as she'd crumbled, so quick most would have missed it. She returned to herself in the next moment, not unruffled but certainly not as bothered as the brief crack had revealed. The internal storm buffeting her shores was under the surface, hidden well.
While undeniably curious, the Strix would not ask outright for her to explain it, but there was some desire to share in the human. The question, straightforward enough, likely had much to do with her current condition.
“I have,” the raven confirmed, relaxed and giving it no more or less emphasis. It was simply a fact. He left out, of course, that he had lost more than a limb, left out being burned at the stake, savaged by the pitchfork carrying mob in his unluckier moments. The Strix did not freely share such things.