[wanda isn't sure who hilda is familiar with, who she may have met, other than matt. suppose their lives aren't so intrinsically tied when all they have is the horizon space and a weekend in nocwich—and whatever sprinkling of an invitation to a place where they can all meet up.]

It wouldn't matter even if there was a theme. [drawing towards the other side of the bed, wanda lies down on her back, socked feet flat on the mattress, as she turns her head to the other woman.] The ravens are their own fulfilled selves depending on the person who names them.

[it's a little funny how much naming animals has become a sort of motif between them.]

You can take a moment to think about it. The Doctor owes me a name, in any case.