Helen had been rather distracted by trying to yell at her youngest daughter through a mental barrier. In the end she'd just been yelling at herself, albeit silently. Glancing distractedly down, the human noticed she was still rather a mess about the time Y'Roden mentioned it.
"Gods yes, clothes would be good. And a bed probably." She shot the pair a look, "Don't even think it." Turning to Rhys, she smiled. "What do you think?"
Before the elf could reply, Helen caught the scent of burning, and half-turned in time to see said youngest daughter fall into the room. "Gods, Rachel!"
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