Helena didn't even really know why she'd come after him like this. Well on a deeper level, she knew why. She had started falling for him, and in her time of grief, she'd turned to the only person who'd really seemed to care. But he hadn't been there. That had broken her heart just as soundly as her daughter's death had.

She didn't even look at anyone else in the bar, she simply turned around and marched herself outside, expecting Dorian to follow her. Once outside, she turned and glared up at him.

"I have been trying to contact you for the past few days. Maybe if you had not left without warning, you would know why I am in black." There was a coldness and sharpness to her voice that had never been there before. But it was also carefully veiling the grief and pain. "I buried my daughter today, that's why I am all in black. Someone murdered her a few days ago. That is why I was trying to find you because I needed you!" Unshed tears lined her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "But perhaps I was a fool to think you cared for me and Christina." She was lashing out, but she was emotionally distressed and it was her pain talking more than anything.