The type of arm wrestling Raven did with her mother wouldn't be the type Jess was thinking of. What she'd challenged Finn to on numerous occasions might have fallen more into line with his joke. But Raven brushed it off, not allowing the acid that often accompanied her mother's memory to overwhelm her.

She'd look over her shoulder at him as they walked across the bridge, but she kept her eyes on her feet. Her leg might have felt steady and full, but she didn't trust it. When it came to crossing a bridge held slightly out of reach of the rushing water below, she didn't trust anyone but her eyes and ears and her focus to keep her safe and sound as she lead them across it.

"So you've held a boy's hand before?" She smiled to herself, knowing she was being purposefully annoying. Jess seemed to make it easy for her to do so. She projected her voice, "Cute."

And her footsteps did slow down, strides becoming smaller, as Raven wasn't too sure of herself along his bridge.