It had become so reflex with her children - before the insanity had taken her again - to sheild those around them from the uncontrolled barrages of strong emotion, that Rach threw an empathic bubble around her mother without much thought, even as she picked herself up from the floor.
Hearing that the Goddess her mother had sworn to serve had so carelessly locked her out of her home, resolve firmed within the Dragon to aid her mother in the only way she knew. As Helen returned to her senses, celtic eyes met their match, save for the gold where Helen had grey.
"I doubt you could find anything in your place anyway," Rach confessed softly. "It's rather a mess." Once Rhys had left, whatever little control Rachel had had was blown away in the wind, and she had taken her frustration out on her mother's belongings. The house, in short, had been trashed. "I'm also a terrible theif." Pressing a credit chip into her mothers hand, Rach continued. "And I'm going to make up for that now."
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