Heading out the door, she moved to the carriage, helping to load what she'd carried out before she got into the carriage. She didn't pay the house any further attention once she'd exited it. She wanted nothing further to do with what had been Phoebe's. She and Dorian had exacted their vengeance on her, and even if that put their lives in jeopardy, Helena was glad the bitch was dead, as it were.

Looking to Dorian, she gave a nod about going to Carolina. "No, that would not make me uncomfortable. On the contrary, it would be a comfort." Helena didn't precisely want to be alone, especially when they needed to relocate. And then there came the subject of needing an alias. She didn't need overly much time to think of an alias for herself, not when she knew as much literature as she did. "Ophelia. Are we going to appear as a couple or siblings?" She figured it was a worthwhile question to ask as it would affect how they acted around each other when in public.