She watched him still, returning to her normal self. He was fine, the healing potion was working. There wasn't anything to be scared of. He was going to be alright. That blank stare was on him once more, the white haired young woman allowing herself to become centered once more. There wasn't anything to be afraid of. "It's...alright." She said, that voice flat, just a bit shaky. That fear was hard to shake, the one from earlier beginning to surface. She really did fear the man she called father, feared that room more that anything.<br/><br/>Though now she found herself in her mind, trying to tell herself to not feel, to not let that fear show. Fear was weakness, emotions were weakness. At least, that's what she was taught. Rea was silent, fighting within her own mind. "What is it?" She asked bluntly, her voice regaining more of its flat, void tone.