As Dorian took her things from her, she did notice he looked better, but didn't make mention of it. She instead looked back at what had been her home. Leaving it was only natural at this point, but she couldn't help but feel saddened upon needing to leave and not return. After all, it had been her home.
Looking back to Dorian, she drew in a steadying breath. "I would like to say goodbye to Christina one last time." The emotions that statement stirred up were intense. The pain and grief stabbing her through the heart more potently than any sharpened weapon ever could. Though she nodded at his words, understanding they needed to leave. Oddly, or perhaps not oddly, it was more difficult to know she'd never return to visit her daughter's grave than it was to leave her home behind.
But of course, that home would've become a tomb to her soon enough as it stood. So perhaps leaving would be for the best. She at least had some of Christina's things, the ones with the most sentimental value on them. Helena would cling to those desperately, hoping they would help her in dealing with her grief.
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Looking back to Dorian, she drew in a steadying breath. "I would like to say goodbye to Christina one last time." The emotions that statement stirred up were intense. The pain and grief stabbing her through the heart more potently than any sharpened weapon ever could. Though she nodded at his words, understanding they needed to leave. Oddly, or perhaps not oddly, it was more difficult to know she'd never return to visit her daughter's grave than it was to leave her home behind.
But of course, that home would've become a tomb to her soon enough as it stood. So perhaps leaving would be for the best. She at least had some of Christina's things, the ones with the most sentimental value on them. Helena would cling to those desperately, hoping they would help her in dealing with her grief.