[ helen waits, her eyes taking in what she can of rebekah's expression. she's obviously turning something over in her mind, though what, exactly, that is, helen isn't certain. either way, rebekah has yet to give helen a reason not to trust her and helen trusts her instincts well enough for this.
her expression relaxes slightly as she gives her own pause. ]
He came to me. I did what I could and sent him on his way. [ with explicit instructions to come back to her if it got worse. ] With luck, it should heal with no lasting damage.
[ part of her wants to ask questions, but this isn't her sanctuary. not her place, not her rules, and she's made it a habit not to pry into other peoples' lives. besides, rebekah is hardly a close friend yet; helen knows she really has no business asking. ]