Raven watched him quietly for many moments, taking in what he said and nodding softly at his question. She hated how the bells went off in her mind the moment her father became involved in something - things were blown way out of proportion for her - it usually took someone like Tim to refocus her again. Sure enough, here he was; the thought nearly made her smile, if not for the present conversation.
She agreed with what he was saying, completely, and finally felt the burden she had been carrying around in her mind begin to lift.

"It's... not like we haven't gotten through worse things, right?" a question filled with forced hope, and a vain attempt to lift the spirits in the room.