Rebekah wasn't so sure there was anything beyond the fear. She felt sick with her cowardice, with the feeling of utter helplessness, but she couldn't seem to find the bravery to do what he was telling her to do. As he came closer and dropped to her level, she felt like it should have frightened her further, but it didn't. Looking into his eyes, having something to focus on, helped to steady her just enough to breathe.
As scared as she was of the man coming after her again, she believed Wu's solemn promise, and she nodded slowly in acknowledgement of it. She didn't feel very brave, but somehow his words made her think that maybe she was. She had never had to suffer the pain and shame of something like this before, but she had gone through it, and... Her train of thought was interrupted at the appearance of the dried yellow rose. She made a soft sound in her throat, her lip wibbling a little as she reached out for it, incredibly touched by the gesture. As she took the rose, the sleeve of her sweatshirt slid back past her wrist, revealing the bruise there from the way it had been held behind her back the previous night. Retracting her hand quickly, the rose pinched between her fingers, she tugged the sleeve back down, glancing down in shame at that physical reminder of what had happened. "Thank you," she whispered.