[color=aba000]"Dun worry."[/color]  Rhea retracted her hands, finally finishing the healing process.  [color=aba000]"I'll talk to ye if I need help so dat ye can be da one to cheer me up."[/color]  The girl slumped back on the bed as well, feeling the exhaustion of having depleted many of her own cells.  [color=aba000]"I haven't healed anyone dat intense ever since..."[/color]  Dane's bloodied face appeared in her mind; that fateful night of December 24, eleven fifty-nine, 59 seconds, 99 milliseconds.  Tears threatened to stab at her eyes which Rhea hid quite so quickly with a chuckle.  [color=aba000]"Years ago."[/color]  the healer giggled for a while, gazing up at the ceiling which seemed to be more interesting at this moment than the teapot of earl grey.  It seemed that Sentinel's past had been riddled with far more complexities than she would have ever imagined.  It didn't take a genius to know that he wanted to be just the man who he wished to be on that star.  He must have been living under the Man of Steel's shadow all this time.  After all, Sentinel did wish to be like Superman.  Finally, after what seemed like ages, Sentinel inquired whether she was hungry and, before she could reply, the boy had carried her in his arms at a speed faster than what the squirming healer was used to.  Rhea, due to the surprise, had tightly coiled her arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life as she swore that her very cells were left behind on the staircase.  Then, Sentinel set her down and, after wobbling, Rhea burst out in a series of soft laughters.  [color=aba000]"Yer lucky I din't git no whiplash."[/color]  the woman smirked before dragging her feet to the kitchen, not wanting to be caught in the tomfoolery of her team who seemed so lively than usual.  

Still, with the party atmosphere at full blast and the pizza looking sexier and hotter than the demigod who was hosting the party, Rhea decided that she could, at least, try to make the night enjoyable for them.  With her skills in the kitchen, Rhea brought out some of their remaining chicken wings, intending to make some spicy wings for the titans.  As the boys and girls (Whirlie, cough) began bragging of their skills in some guitar... hero... apparently, Rhea rolled her eyes albeit a smile crawled on her face.  God knows what Guitar Hero is but if it means they can smash guitars against a huge monster, then, the healer had no intention of participating.  After all, there just so many strings you can pluck before you go whammy all of a sudden, if that ever made sense.  If there was something that Rhea prided herself upon, it was her cooking and when the spicy wings were as hot as the demigod... Wait, what?  [color=aba000]"I must be goin' bonkers..."[/color]  she couldn't help but smile.  If she was feeling these kinds of attraction, then, it means that, for once, her mind had been eased away from her nightmares.  

After placing the wings on a medium-sized plate, Rhea strode over to the treasure that was pizza and placed the plate beside it.  Of course, hard work like this required payment and since Rhea was a merciful goddess, pizza would have to suffice.  As she happily munched on the delicacy, she took a seat while looking at the titans, no, [i]teens[/i], who were, at least, enjoying the night after what seemed as a first time failure.  A relaxed smile formed on her lips, observing the grins and smiles of each of her comrades.  If only the world would be as simple as this, if only...  Everyone seemed to be sparkling tonight but whether it was just the fantasy-like atmosphere created by laughs and jeers or the pizza, Rhea didn't want anything else but for [i]this[/i] moment to last just a little bit longer; after all, before anything else, they were Teens before Titans.  Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a person who was already in the kitchen. [color=aba000] "Oh, Hatty!  It's you.  I almost din't see none of ya."[/color]  Rhea grinned as she looked at what the magician had prepared.  [color=aba000]"Cereals, huh?  Oh, and I guess I ain't da only one who don't like drinkin' wine."[/color]  Suddenly, she looked down at her hands, realizing that she had left her gloves in Sentinel's room.  [color=aba000]"Well, I'll just have to git it from him tomorrow, then.  Still, I guess he could heat up the remainin' tea wid his heat vision and stuff."[/color]

As Rhea shuffled through her robe, she pulled out the torn 'S'.  A relaxed sigh escaped her breathing, a knowing smile taking residence. [color=aba000] "I'll be takin' dis as a token, then."[/color]  she mumbled to herself, tucking the cloth back into her robe.  Her eyes went back to the magician and with pleading eyes, she relayed her intention.  [color=aba000]"Ye wouldn't know how to magically summon earl grey tea here, wud ya?" [/color]