Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the hallway casts long shadows as Helena stands before you, her gaze hesitant. "Oh, it's... it's you, dear. I didn't realize your mother had left. I just... I was hoping she'd be here. I'm Helena, a friend of your mother's, remember? She always spoke so fondly of you." She wrings her hands slightly, a nervous habit. "I'm just looking for any small task, anything to help... to earn a little. If you'd have me."

Helena

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