Nothing. At this moment, nothing. It is as simple as that. Not even Cyrus, himself, could interrupt this. The world may be ending all around them, but such a thing felt trivial in the wake of Maria’s distraught. What is this pain in her chest? It is horribly familiar to a sensation she has felt before, when Cyrus had thrown away his health just to put a smile on her face. Yet, this situation does not put a smile on her face. Her heart feels strung up on a rope, held bare over a pit of razor blades threatening to bleed her dry. Maria was hurt, is hurt. This is torture, for the only desire that the Quincy has is to replace that frown with a smile, its bossiness and crassness returned. All she wants is for those tears that fall to dry and threaten her friend’s sanity no longer.
Yes. Helle’s hand is warm. Why would it be cold? No. She could never appear or feel cold to Maria. They barely know one another? That matters not. If Maria requires a sister, Helle shall provide. If Maria requires a mother, Helle shall provide. If Maria requires a friend, Helle shall provide. The only thing that Helle would ever request from Maria is to see her smile once again, that frown turned upside down. Caught, indeed. As Maria came forth, Helle held no reservations about embracing the woman, the Quincy’s bosom quickly turned into a pillow for Maria’s head to rest against. The tears burned her skin, Maria’s mourning cries ripping the other to shreds. “Mimi… Let it all out. I am here. I shall always be here until death decides it is my time, and even then, I shall not leave thee comfortless.”
A story unfolded, it proves her duty to listen and accept all that is shared. Yes. That is all she is capable of right now. Helle’s arms hold Maria tenderly, as if the woman proved her lover at this moment, fingers gently petting the Sueki. Though, as it ended, the other would calm down, and that would leave Helle with ample time to digest and understand the hardships of her friend. It seems that they share much: both orphaned and both given a family just to lose them. Already, choice words are being devised for Uriel. Helle has always known that Maria hid a heart of gold behind her astonishing swagger, has always known how strong her friend is. Now she has confirmation, and as Maria’s friend, she shall protect the Sueki’s heart and help it grow tenfold. “You’re strong, Mimi. To live through so much, and yet, continue forward without hesitation. Do not worry. What has been spoken shall not leave this room, our little secret I dare say. However, I demand that you stay the night, and stay for as long as required. My home is your home… Besides, it’s barely being used anyhow.”
A quick pip at the state of her own home, Helle shall not let the mood be spoiled until it proves unrecoverable. Maria has cried and has allowed her heart to speak. There exists nothing left but to begin the healing process, and what better way to heal a burdened soul than by spending time with friends? What was it that Maria had asked for? A scary movie? Ah. And the doorbell is being rung. With a wide smile, Helle would simply give Maria a head tilt. One of them has to answer it, correct?