Helen
Helen pursed her lips as she tramped through the forest, Anna’s cloak levitating behind her. She had meant to wash the girl’s cloak – after all, it was dusty and dirty from travel – but she needed to find a stream first. It was not only for that reason that she wanted to find water. She was worried about Lex's condition. He would probably need to be washed off several times over the course of a day, just to keep the itching at bay. The poor thing must be going mad, trying not to scratch, thought Helen, absentmindedly twirling the cloak through the air.
Suddenly she stopped. A small voice was crying out, and someone – was it Han? - seemed to be talking to it. Helen blinked in surprise. What in the world -? She made her way to the source of the sound as quietly as she could. She turned a corner, and there they were.
“…You’re safe now,” Han said, scooping a small child into his arms. Helen smiled – it was just so cute. The little boy seemed to be crying.
“Hiya, Han,” she said quietly, stepping forward. “Who’s your little friend?”
