*Helena wanders in, in a proper sulk, sniffling a bit, and sinks down on the ground near his chair, probably hoping for her misery to be taken note of*
*well, if a pretty girl is sniffling, he's got to pay attention, right? slowly lowers the chair back to the floor and looks down at her* What's eating you, beautiful?
*she glances up, red-eyed, at the word 'beautiful'-- she's heard it often enough, but she can't help being a little bit pleased, even as she continues to sniffle* How can I but grieve with my love not yet come?
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