Nothing would get through to Helen right now. She was set in her ways, and when she believed something she didn't budge. She needed to feel weak and like she was to blame. She needed to hate herself, even if it wasn't her fault.
Eventually, Helen did calm down enough so that instead of crying she just there leaning against him listening to his heartbeat. It was familiar and comforting. She sat up, taking the napkin and dabbing at her eyes. She felt so stupid, looking like a complete weakling. At the mention of a daughter her jaw dropped from surprise. At first she was speechless. And then she realized that there was no way any of them could just hold out for others who may never show up again. Of course he had moved on and had a child with another woman. Helen had only Hermione. She had never had anymore children. "You have a daughter?" She didn't know whether to be happy or upset over it. She had no right to be upset and she knew that. That he had a little girl and she couldn't even be with her own daughter, that's what upset her, but she tried her hardest not to look it. "How old is she?" Instead, she tried to be interested.