Helena nodded a bit as she took her own coat off and set it aside along with her gloves. She watched as he undid his shirt halfway. Unlike most ladies of the day, she didn't avert her gaze. She wasn't staring at him, merely taking note of what he was doing, and clearly he was going to go to sleep. She moved to ensure the curtains were tightly shut. Helena went so far as to prop a chair against them to ensure they remained closed once the sun rose.

"What will happen if he finds out we are in the house? Or more to the point, that I am with you?" Helena may not have much will to live at the moment, but she doesn't want to die at a vampire's hand without her consent being given in the matter. And she didn't precisely want Dorian's uncle to suddenly just snap her neck or drain her dry or whatever. She sat down and began undoing her long raven hair from it's up-do. Once it was free, it's full length was revealed to Dorian, hanging most of the way down her back. Without much pause, she began to weave it into a braid, tending to prefer the braid to sleep in.

Though really, she doubted she'd be sleeping much, if at all, that night. She knew Dorian had offered to help her in that, but given he was in a state of pain, she wasn't going to ask him to do it. She could survive.