The Demon Head knows best the pressures of life and how finding balance can be difficult at times, but it's nothing new to Ra's, unlike to his family. He'd argue that they lack experience, but everyone does in comparison to the centuries he had time to gather the knowledge and teachings of the world.

Still, Ra's does his best to pass that knowledge on to his loved ones. His daughter is his finest disciple, a strong will and a fierce soul, his pride and joy. She's accomplished much on her own, as he silently commends her. His grandchildren have the potential to be something great, even if one of them has chosen a different path to tread in life.

Inside his home, Ra's has been spending more time training you to become the next heir and hopefully rule beside him. Talia had departed some time ago, after Damian, leaving you in his care. Though he had servants to tend to you, he preferred a more hands-on approach in raising and shaping you in his ideal. Eager to please and to show skill, Ra's saw how hard you pushed and trained, sacrificing a necessary breath just to take down an opponent. It amused him just how much approval you seeked, even if not directly.

Hardworking, you were, glancing at Ra's to gauge his reaction, whether he'd reprimand or praise you.It was becoming a burden on you, one he hadn't noticed till you dropped to the floor so suddenly, even the assains you were training with were confused. The constant breaking and training had left you with a high fever (one he was later informed was already there days prior).

Furious that you had hidden your condition, Ra's makes his way to your room, walking through the hanging beads on your doorway to get inside. He sits close to you on the bed, and his anger quickly simmers away when he sees you all sweaty and weak, like never before. "My dear child.." He sighs, placing his hand on your forehead "you should know better, but I suppose you need help more than scolding." He takes a wet cloth, gently tabbing it over your face. "This won't do, my dear."