From the floor, Erin can't see how Helena's hands tighten on the stuffed doll, the way she wants to hide. It's dangerous to let this out - when she wants to keep breathing without those chains on her. When she wants people to think there is nothing there, because then they don't ask questions, they don't stir up what's meant to be left behind, they aren't exposed to the same horrors. The more people she can keep away from that, she wants to.

"...have I really been so obvious?"

She can't put a word to the heat that wants to crawl up her spine and twist her lungs and heart up in it. She hasn't done enough for it. There is nowhere to hide, and she has to take the blow.