She'll feel how Helena leans into her - exhausted by the tears, but trusting. Trying her best to believe that the horrors can't reach her, that talking about these things won't invoke them. She hadn't been able to confess more than a little before this, but even so, it had been enough to gain care, warmth, security. And now, she had wept, and the world hadn't fallen apart around her.

People want to keep her safe here, and it still catches her off guard. They say it directly to her, and it's the stiffness of new clothes, not worn enough to be comfortable yet. So much time spent fighting to live, and what is one to do with it when they have it?

There are so many things she could say, but Helena knows they're fitful things that only expose how much she doesn't know. Everything uncertain, because it's not as though the others didn't fight for her as much as she did them. It was simply an understanding, that if one must fall for the others, then so they did. If only one could get out, they took it, and left the others behind. If you were the one they really wanted -

She stays silent, and listens, focusing on calming down for now.