Certainly love

Draven's grip tightened around Rhea's body, his eyes filled with concern. He could feel her anguish, her heartache, as if it were his own. Slowly, he ran his hand up and down her back, offering her  comfort in his embrace as he led her out of the room, where everyone was panicking about Gail's tragic suicide. 

"Rhea," he whispered, his voice steady, "I know it feels overwhelming right now to have witnessed such a thing, but you'll be fine."

Tears streamed down Rhea's face as she tried to regain control of her trembling body. The image of Gail piercing out her own heart and the way her lifeless form had collapsed to the floor kept replaying in her mind, haunting her every thought, she had no control over her own mind or body, to the point she allowed Draven to continue to hold her in his embrace.