OMG <3
So much of Helen's history revolved around the fact that she was beautiful. There was a time in ancient days when she was considered the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. Beauty was a fickle thing. It changed with each generation, trends changing and adapting to what men wanted out of their women and how women wanted to please their men. Beauty required a lot of time, sweat, and pain. Now all she needed to do was apply some makeup and tweeze a few eyebrows. Even now Helen was beautiful, but she did not consider herself all that impressive compared to some of the modern beauties. And honestly, she didn't care at all about that.
Whatever Helen truly wanted in life she wasn't entirely certain. She knew she loved her friends and that she didn't want to lose them. She was well aware that if she ever pulled a stunt like luring Paris to his death without backup could result in losing everyone she cared for.
She was still anxious about what would happen when Hector returned with Paris. Even if she denied it, it was still etched across her face. It was something she thought of constantly, even when she tried her hardest to focus on more important matters. However, Paris returning and testing her theory was very important to her.
She offered Briseis a smile, taking the glass. "Anything is fine with me," she said with a little clinking of her glass against Briseis' glass.