"Someone as small as you shouldn't have a problem staying in an inn for free if you really thought about it." The raven was eyeballing the food, but was still too scared to come down.
They're more afraid of you than you are of them. Even though the raven was blessed with a human form, he was still relying on his animal instincts, still paralyzed by the same animalistic fears. He chuckled mentally at his own observations. The entire energy of the conversation had switched sides, Douglas had nothing to worry about, and even felt a little foolish for being so guarded for a talking bird of all things.
"I bet you're a hungry little birdie, aren't you? Why, I bet hardly anyone ever notices you in all this confusion. You blend right in with the other birds don't you?" Under his breath, he muttered: "And I'm sure the one's that do hear you probably think they've gone mad." Not sure if Nowa could hear him or not, not that it mattered much.