 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Water was good.
Helena’s lips and throat were parched, anyhow. Her eyes went to the cup and after the slightest hesitation, wrapped extremely thin fingers around the object. The contents were downed in one gulp, the liquid helping to revitalise her somewhat. The woman was also now calmer and suddenly, she itched for something to do. Perhaps a book to read on her own, or some yarn and a needle to do some knitting. Helena loved to knit.
A blank gaze responded to Violet’s words. This girl and the Healer were undoubtedly about to discuss her; Helena could sense it. The fact did not bother her as she slumped back onto her pillows. There would be no more sleep for her, at least not for now, lest she was to be haunted by nightmares again. |