Helga was not blind to her friend's troubles. There had been rumors of her unpredictability while at school, but Helga, like a good friend, had always turned a blind eye. This time, however, there was no way she could turn a blind eye.

"Oh my dear," she sighed, her brows furrowing as she sprung to her feet. She pulled her winter blanket off her bed and dragged it along the floor until she was able to wrap it around a shivering Henrietta. Helga had been victim to unfortunate slips on ice before, and that was terrible enough; she would positively die if soaked in ice water! "I must find you something warm," she fretted, leaving her friend standing there in a blanket to pull whatever she could find from her armoire.

Finally she managed to find a clean nightdress, as well as the last season's winter coat she had. (She would have given Henrietta her new one, but it was lined with fur and who knew if it would dry properly, even with magic?)

"Tell me what's happened," she requested as she began to help Henrietta out of her soaked dress.

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