Zato knelt down and held the girl in his arms.<br/><br/>"Shh, Mary, it was just a bad dream. Nothing can get you here." Zato stated, trying to calm her. The old monk made a mental note not to let Mary look downstairs; he was not sure how much of the yelling was a dream or the battle.<br/><br/>For now, he set about to attempting to soothe the girl, and hoping that a second wave wouldn't approach. No doubt, the girl would be traumatized if she were so suddenly introduced to such a sight. His mind raced to think whether there was anything else he could do to calm her, or whether this was enough.