Truthfully, Svetlana hadn't thought much about the apple scent. She was meticulous, yes, but she also had habits and routines. And when she or the girls or Anatoly were upset, this was the tea she made. Citrus steeped in apple juice. Something that she had grown up with. If it had started with her brothers or parents or even beyond them, Svetlana didn't know. Just that this was what comfort was. Had she remembered the bit about apples and the Warehouse, would she have done it? Perhaps. Because while it was painful, it was also a sign that Helena had redeemed herself even if she kept thinking it wasn't worth it if she was here.
Which was ridiculous but not something to get into right now.
At the thanks, Svetlana merely nodded.
"Of course."
Because this was how they were. When they needed someone, they showed up even without being asked. Though sometimes Svetlana was fairly certain Anatoly actually called Helena to make sure she came over because of how reclusive the blond could get that she didn't even post on the boards if she was stressed so there would be no signs for Helena to think to come over. She had noticed the tremor slight as it was, the moment of hesitation, but said nothing. It was actually what reminded her about the Warehouse's perchance for letting someone smell apples when it accepted them.
Still, she didn't say much yet, just watching critically. Because she needed to know where Helena was mentally to even figure out what to say. The workroom seemed chaotic but that didn't mean much. It just meant Svetlana didn't know where things were.