The mention of her son made Helen think of Ashley. It had been a long time since Ashley was at the forefront of her thoughts and thinking of her now, thinking of how she'd lost someone so young and so vibrant pricked at her heart in a way that she really wished she could avoid.

Being as long-lived as she was, Helen had learned not to let people close. Letting people in meant losing them and mourning for the better part of 200 years wasn't a way to go through life. And, yet, Ashley had been her own flesh and blood. Helen couldn't help but be close to her and her loss had been devastating. She shook her head, trying to clear it of those sad thoughts, and gave Beverly a tight smile.

"I had a daughter, I understand. At the moment, though, I think we need pain medications more than anything else."