"As did I," Helen responds softly as she shifts her weight to sit up properly. It's been a very long time since she saw her mother and there are days that pass where she misses her more than others, days where she wishes she had taken the time to learn the things she "should have" known.
Endeavoring not to close herself off and block Jean-Luc out of her thoughts and feelings as she normally would have, Helen turns a small smile towards her companion. "Well, then, when I meet you in the future, perhaps we can learn it together." When, not if. She knows she's making a lot of assumptions with that, but at this point, she doesn't care. She'll do a lot to reach him again, even believing in the very small hope that they're from the same universe. "Until then and until I can take you to Italy myself, we have this."
For a moment, she simply gazes at him, taking in how he looks, how he's looking at her, and then she turns to focus on her tea and food. They have this outing, their relationship, and their love for each other, to name a few things. She's convinced that she's gone soft, though she knows a great many people who would be happy to see her like this, to know that she's let someone in through her emotional walls and into the core of her own being. She doesn't regret it, doubts she ever could, and hopes he won't, either.