Helena left it at the brief hand squeeze, looking at Svetlana. She wasn't going to push for more because she knew Svetlana needed to work through things at her own pace. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, to find a peace with being separated from your children, and it wasn't something someone could force someone out of. They came out of it when they were ready. She only hoped that Svetlana would be able to come out of it for the better and not let it constantly hold her back. It would be something Helena would keep an eye on and lend a hand if she needed to. But unless that was necessary, it was something Svetlana needed to do on her own.
Until now, Helena hadn't fully realized the extent of what had happened a year ago. Everything had happened so quickly. Control over herself snapping and going into her kill mode. Getting shot. In a way, she was regretful of having used Lexi's blood to heal the wound. While it had been ideal at the time so she didn't have to worry about the healing process while she had Emily to look after, once Svetlana deemed her mentally stable enough to resume her motherly duties, it had also left Helena with not having to deal with the longterm effects of it. She'd never gone through the physical healing, never had a scar that reminded her of what she'd been through. But now as things were being brought forward, Helena was remembering just how close she had come to losing it all. It all went back to the one unfiltered conversation with Irene and her connection to Irene. And she was still paying the price a year after the fact simply because she hadn't acknowledged and worked through the effects of what she'd been through. Helena took a longer drink of vodka.
"A demon? I am glad that Elena was there and that things turned out alright." Because clearly the fact Anatoly was there meant things had gone well and they'd driven the demon off. "I was going to ask where he was, but that does make the most sense."
Helena's mind drifted off again. She really hated dwelling on the things relating to Moriarty, but she did have a lot of unresolved issues and emotions on the matter. She wanted to torture and kill him for what he had done to Irene, to Myka, to her. The emotions were broiling and swirling within her, turning and changing as quickly as the wind. She drew in a slow breath and downed the rest of what was in her cup then refilled it. This was going to be quite the day, but she'd expected nothing less from it.