"A little," Helga admitted. "The trees provide a sort of comfort that reminds me more of home. I can come here and imagine I've never left." She looked down and barely contained a laugh. "Godric showed me a photograph of himself when he was that young age. He looked so different. A tree house? That's wonderful! Is it still around? Where is it?"
Stepping through the threshold, Helga spoke softly to Salazar. "I'd feel less worried if you told me what was wrong."