Oh Helena understood that smile. It had been well over a century since she'd last had her daughter with her, but Helena had not forgotten the nuances of motherhood. Her own were still ingrained with her, just buried beneath a century's worth of anger, hatred, pain and guilt.
Now when Clark gave the reasoning behind his name, it was rather lost on Helena. Superman and Superboy were terms she was unfamiliar with. She'd come a long way in learning about the things she'd missed, but she was still in the dark on a lot of things. Superman was one of those she had not hit on yet. But still, she smiled warmly and nodded, then watched as he ran off to play with his toys. She shook her head slightly and chuckled.
"I can see that," Helena mused, glancing over at the boys. "That sounds like a statement to offer sentiments to," she commented on Darcy's statement of the boys being too much like their father. At least with Christina, the girl had taken more after her. "At their age, I can understand that completely. I do not mean this in a bad way, but I am rather glad I had a daughter. Running after boys all day long would get rather tiresome, I imagine." She kept a light tone, though she was actively keeping herself from thinking on the fact she had been robbed of her daughter. But remembering the happier times she'd had with her little girl brought her happiness. Lifting a hand, she slid her fingers inside her shirt and wrapped them around her locket. It was an unconscious habit for her more often than not, and she usually did it when she was thinking of Christina or when she needed strength for something. Right now, it was coming from the former.
"You're welcome. I am glad to help wherever and whenever I can. Admittedly, my maternal instincts are a bit rusty, but they are still there. And I do not mind talking about children, so feel free to broach the subject with me." Of course it was a touchy subject for Helena granted the loss she'd suffered, but it was one she would like to embrace again. Perhaps if she opened herself up in this way, it would help her move past the evil that she had done. Perhaps it would help her work towards potentially forgiving herself and reclaiming the woman she had once been. It would be a hard struggle, but it was one Helena would undertake if it meant letting go of the things that held her back and embracing the woman her friends saw within her. "I did not have much trouble at all, actually. I have not been to this part of the city yet, but I have good direction sense. Besides, I like walking and felt like stretching my legs a bit. I've been cooped up in my flat are too long of late. Well, except for the whole getting turned into an animal thing." She looked at Darcy. "Did you get caught up in that? I fear I was not paying attention. I was too busy being a lynx." She smiled warmly. "Sometimes quiet is one thing we take for granted."