Perhaps she had agreed too quickly, but at this moment in time, she had two options. One was to stay with him, and the other was to be alone and either homeless or living in less-than-savory parts of some city. And frankly, she'd rather stay with Dorian now. As he took her hand and laced their fingers, she held onto his hand, using it as a means to ground herself. It was odd to feel his hand being cold, but she didn't dwell on it now that she knew what he was.

"Perhaps," she responded simply. Though she doubted much would have changed. And she wasn't exactly going to say she'd spent the first couple days waiting to hear from him and trying to contact him to no avail. Right now she wanted to try and focus on anything other than the pain and grief, not get into more pain and sorrow.

As he pulled her hand, she followed after him, looking at the town house. It was certainly quite the lovely place. She nodded a bit at his words, her gaze moving over the place as he pulled the keys out to open the door. Helena didn't stray from his side. He'd said they were in danger, and she wanted to stay close to him in the event something did happen. While she could defend herself, she wasn't certain she could truly defend herself against vampires just yet.