She ducked under the water, clearing the soap from her. Rea was unaware of the ruckus in the library, unaware of what he had found in the pages of those books. She looked to the moon overhead, sighing lightly. She shivered slightly, feeling the wind blow coldly. It was oddly cold, her body tensing as she glanced around slightly. "Rea, you're wet, of course the wind is going to feel colder than it is..." She muttered to herself. But she couldn't push that feeling of dread, the feeling of fear from her as she glanced around, hearing a rustling noise.