There had been times since the fire where Helena could swear she was losing her grip on her sanity. Though she couldn't be certain if that was the influence of her dreams or the aftermath of the fire. Either way, Helena wasn't going to seek professional help, even if she may be in need of it. She'd rather handle this on her own and in the way she saw fit to handle it. Which wasn't exactly going to be the most healthy way of handling it, but Helena was hardly one to follow conventions.
Christina had been subject to a lot of hugs and the like. Her daughter had been having nightmares about the fire, which wasn't unexpected, so Helena would do everything to help soothe her daughter's fears. If she didn't see a marked improvement in Christina, she would ask Harley about referring her to a therapist that could help Christina where she couldn't. But of course, she was seriously hoping she would be enough to help her daughter.
As a result of all of this, Helena had entirely too many things running through her head at once. It was part of the reason she'd called Peter. She also wanted some company. And at least Christina was not there, no doubt she could use a little break from Helena's developing and worsening neurosis on keeping an eye on her. She was still shaken to the core by the nightmare of Christina's death, and having been in the fire where she could easily have lost Christina had exacerbated that fear of losing her daughter.
Hearing the knock, Helena stood and went to the door and opened it. The sight Peter was greeted with was an interesting one. Helena wore a short sleeved shirt that was neatly tucked into skinny dark denim jeans which were held up with a belt. The cut on her upper right arm was partly visible, sticking out from under the sleeve. It had been the one she'd received when she'd broken a window in the bookstore to help people get out. It had been bad enough to receive stitches, and looked as though it would leave a scar. She also appeared to be well put-together yet there were telltale signs she wasn't sleeping well nor getting enough sleep.
"Hello Peter, please come in," she greeted as she moved out of the doorway to let him in. Her house was fairly nice, having a clean, modern decorating style to it. It was also impeccably well picked up, even for having a young child.