Helen froze mid ramble at the sound of Rhys' voice, scrabbling to get a grip on her confused senses as she turned to face him. Celtic eyes developed a sheen, and her voice broke as she spoke.
"Rhys?" As desperately as she tried, her mind refused to reach out to him, to reassure the elf that it truely was her. "Oh Gods, Rhys... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Taking a deep breath, Helen slid down off the bar, losing the remaining shoe on the way down, but her legs were too unsteady to move and she had to remain leaning against the bar. "Oh, I get the feeling today is going to be really fun..."
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