She certainly wouldn't be catching on to the fact that there was something amiss about him. Helena was too wound up in her own emotions to notice much. In fact, she probably wouldn't really be able to recall the path she'd taken through the city while tracking him down, let alone which bar she'd finally found him in. Helena merely followed where he led. He could lead her off a cliff and she probably wouldn't have noticed or even really cared.

"I do hope that you will be able to find those responsible sooner or later." He certainly deserved the closure, and so did she. When he invited her in, she walked into the room, looking it over. It was obviously not really lived in. The trunk caught her attention, mostly for the four locks and the stickers on it, however she didn't pay it much further attention. She had no need to given it was obviously his, and it wasn't her business.

Helena was completely unaware of the potential danger she was in just by being there with Dorian. Not that she really would care about that fact. She went over to a chair, pulled it away from the table and sat on it. Setting her hands in her lap, she locked her gaze on her hands, not really certain where to start in telling him what happened. Nor did she think she was even ready to tell him.