[ sometimes helen finds it difficult to accept and understand why anyone would want to befriend someone as old and bitter as she can be. this isn’t one of those times. in light of rebekah’s disappearance, she finds she’s leaning more and more on the only other person she knows of who truly understands what it’s like to live a long life, to fear losing people the way she does.
she takes a breath as she sets out the tea, hesitating for a moment before she offers the cabinet to rose. ] The cups are up there. Second shelf.
[ normally, she would do it herself, but, well… to be honest, she’s tired and trying not to hog the work all to herself. ]
It should return to normal soon. The worst is now past.