In the midst of her mental turmoil, fate sent her a comfort before she could collapse from the overbearing burden of having to deal with four capricious enemies. Her comfort came in the form of the reassuring arm of the old man with the white beard standing beside her. In a scene that was likely to wring tears from a stone, she looked up to her sensei with an expression that seemed to say; it's all over.
Rebecca's teacher didn't do anything predictable like calming her with basic phrases like; it's going to be okay, or you'll be fine. All that was futile, if not pointless. No, the white bearded old man did the most sensible thing instead, he reassured her with a relaxed look instead. It wasn't a look of pity, it wasn't a patronizing one either. It was a look of utter calm, and not the cold type either. It was a look that told her to relax. And relax she did. There was no point in looking weak before her enemies.
