She had never slept [i]this[/i] good since she had learned of her abilities.  Well, she felt good, partly, because she was able to sleep without the nightmares forcing her awake and, well, she was able to sleep longer without Rose screaming orders into her communicator.  Rhea sat up in bed with a smile, stretching her arms as a post-sleep activity.  Of course, Rhea went through her daily routine albeit with more beam and gleam.  Rhea had woken up at around three in the afternoon, marching to the kitchen where she prepared some tea for herself.  Sure, she could bother Hatty for that but it would be imposing too much on her newly found friend.  It was relaxing though.  No Package, No Rose, nadda!  For once, she found solace in solitude whilst she wore her white night gown without anyone there to judge or see her.  In time, Rhea took her tea to the gardens, enjoying the peaceful afternoon without them fighting or something.  Her hands waltzed over to one of the dying flowers, smoothing her pale fingers over its petals.  She had always experimented with non-human living things, trying to see if her cells could also cater to interracial healing.  There were some disastrous results, like a flower disintegrating instead, but she had trained her abilities through all the disintegrated flowers.  On this particular flower, the petals began to sprang back to life.  A wide grin escaped Rhea's face as she did a little victory dance with the teacup in hand.  She was improving!  Little by little, she was becoming better than usual!  Sure, she couldn't collapse buildings or burn something to cinders but, hey, this was her progress and she wouldn't want it in any other way.

After she had pleasantly finished her tea, Rhea knew that her great start was just a joke for a bad day.  Package's voice roared out of her communicator, apparently panicking about something bad.  Oh, it was going to be bad because, one, why was he the one informing them; where's Rose?  Two, Package was not his usual 'swaggy' mood.  There was a distinct emotion of panic and, dare she say it, fear in his voice.  This prompted Rhea to quicken her pace, rushing towards her quarters and hastily putting on a new white robe over herself as she bolted out of her room.  Her eyes went over to Sentinel's room, half-wanting to go there to retrieve her gloves but decided against it, Sentinel might be training or something.  Yeah, he did mention that he trained on the roof but she would prefer to play it safe than to be a victim of a flying fist that could topple towns.  Hurriedly, Rhea ran towards the kitchen.  There seems to be a lot of things that are wrong this morning; in hindsight, her waking up in good spirits should have been clue number one.

[color=aba000]"Evan!"[/color]  Rhea called out, the seriousness of the situation prompting her to call the Amazon by his name.  [color=aba000]"I'm not even gunna ask why ye be da one answerin' da intercom but..."[/color]  she paused, realizing that the demigod was still naked.  [color=aba000]"Befur ye tell us to be suitin' up, ye might want to suit up yerself first."[/color]  the girl huffed out before shaking her head.  Oh, she wanted to blurt out 'Where is Rose' but, heck, as if that would help.  [color=aba000]"What be the situation?"[/color]  Rhea inquired, pulling down her hood as she looked at her comrade with a stern glare.  [color=aba000]"Where be Rose when ya be needin' her?"[/color]