There was a time when Sheena was a very young child and the world was full of wonder where anything and everything was possible, that someone told her that crying was good for the soul. That it wasn't shameful and it wasn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign of life and cleansed the very core. Every living creature on Tethe'alla, she was told - the field mouse to the winter wolf to even the great spirits - cried in their own way when it was needed.

Somehow, throughout the years, Sheena had forgotten this. Between the way she was treated after the Temple of Lightning, how her tears at that time had been yet another source of scorn, to having to build up a thicker skin so she could survive in a place she knew didn't want her, she convinced herself that crying was wrong and should be fought against with tooth and nail. As her tears finally died down and she was burdened with hiccups and not wracking sobs, she realized how much the simple act of crying her head off in the warm embrace of someone that cared about her really did make her feel better.

Even with Raine, she'd still held back something. The youkai, unfortunately, got it all. Was that really such a bad thing?