She had been surprised, but she had hoped he hadn't noticed. Rea seemed to listen to his words, her eyes on him, watching him closely. She was a warrior, a fighter. Her father had made sure she was well trained, though she knew that in a bout of strength, she would be easily pushed back. She was strong, yes, but she was more speed than strength. The more strikes she could get in on an enemy, the better. Though she found herself listening closely to his words as he mentioned those armies. He sheathed his sword? He was bored?! What was with this man?<br/><br/>Her mind seemed to swim slightly with thought, her eyes on him still. Prophecy? Light? She sheathed her swords, her eyes on him still. She may be putting her weapons away, but she was not dropping her guard. "If it's even true, I'm certain it's not me. I'm just a fighter." She said, thinking for a moment. She was more agile than the men from her village, but she was certain that had to do with how light she was. "Father says that destiny is something you cannot hide from, that I was fated for the weapons I have, but that is probably just him being hopeful." She noted, her mind working still. She was just a woman, one who handled a sword better than any of the men from her village. But part of her felt that Demetrius' words were true.