Hearing her name, Sierra glanced up. The look on her face hadn't changed much. Deep in her eyes there was a look of sorrow, one that was the result of months of pain she'd endured. She nodded in understanding, although she still didn't greet her mother. She just didn't feel up to being happy when things weren't happy at the moment. She did a tiny smirk in response to what was said about her father.

At least the announcement to the class, the one about not leaving them anytime soon, gave a little bit of promise. Sierra sighed softly then raised her hand. "I...didn't exactly have a dream last night," she said. It'd been more of a nightmare, and she was out of the potion she used to control them and hadn't wanted to bother her mother for more.

"...but I was in this labyrinth, and I was walking so, so far, but no matter how far I walked, I just got deeper and deeper. I could hear my mother calling for me, but...I never could reach her," she said. That was very vulnerable of her to share, but she was in one of her most vulnerable times right now.