Helena played with her drink some more, making noisy slurping sounds as she drank. When the bartender walked by she slurped louder on purpose. She liked watching the bartender try to ignore her as he walked by.
The drinks were sweet, but her stomach was turning sour. She wanted to curl up somewhere and sleep. She had never truly had a home, but if this City had taken her from her sestry, then it had at least given her a place to sleep in return.
She stood, wobbling slightly. "It was nice to meet you," she said. "I will go home and sleep, and then I will find my babies."