Since the storm, Angelina hadn't been at home much. Friday she'd spent nearly all day at the water polo court fixing it up and entertaining some passerby's - one of which, being Adrian Pucey. Saturday, Angelina had been playing at the water polo court. Today, Ange had decided to actually walk around the town, and see what damages had been sustained. Overall, for a storm as serve as it had been, it wasn't too bad. Getting alcohol and food would prove to be a bit of a problem, but Angelina had alcohol, and food constantly grew in their backyard. She'd be able to survive for at least a week, if not longer.
Helena's entry had worried Angelina. Upon reading it, she'd packed up and rushed home. There were so many different things that could have happened, so Ange tried not to think of them. Each situation seemed to get worse and worse. Helena was so delicate in her young age; she was as delicate as she was strong. She'd come a long way since arriving on this island, but no one could be expected to change so drastically. Maybe it was just her past to modern conversion that had Helena so upset, but Angelina doubted it.
The words barely clicked into Angelina's mind before Helena was rushing forwards. Without hesitating, Angelina opened up her arms, and wrapped them around Helena. "Ohhh, honey," she cooed, realizing how scared and upset Helena was bound to be. Hugging tighter, Ange just held Helena for a moment. Asking if she was okay was a stupid question, Helena would be nearly out of control. The fact that Helena slept with Fred wasn't even a consideration of Angelina's right now, all she cared was that Helena was terribly upset. "Come, sit down," Ange said gently. It wouldn't do Helena any good to collapse.