Helena's eyes widened as Harry spoke. She was dead. If she went back home, ever, she was going to die within minutes. The last she had remembered, the Baron had been tugging at his sword, trying to remove it. She had been on the ground already, after he had hit her several times. She was going to die. At the time, she had thought she could escape him, find her footing and push up and run. Ignore the brambles and the roots sticking from the ground, she would have gotten away, did what she needed to do and run back to her mother.
Closing her eyes tightly, Helena felt a single tear escape from between her lids. She couldn't go home now. Maybe this place really was hell. It had been suggested multiple times, but she had been more willing to accept a strange alignment of the planets or other such ridiculous notions that were probably not true. Not now that she was dead anyway.
"He killed me? I never got back to my mother?" When she opened her eyes, it let lose the tears she had been holding in. "She was dying and... Merlin." Helena hung her head low, hands covering her face.