Helen couldn't help but feel comfort in his presence. There wasn't anything uncomfortable about him sitting close to her, so she looked on at the children without feeling awkward, "Red heads tend to be like that," she said with amusement. Helen had only been a mother to their daughter for nine short years. Even now, she never felt it had been enough. She still felt robbed of bringing up her daughter. Getting her ready for her first meeting with her betrothed jus as her mother had prepared her. Hearing about all the things that interested her and what she looked forward to in life. Helen missed Hermione more than words could possibly express. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry. That can't be easy." It may not be Helen's fault, but she still felt responsible somehow.