
Helga's grip tightened on the basket as they went through the two doors, her feet adjusting to the tiles beneath her. She looked around some and her ears lowered as she did so. She was glad Wiezen's home wasn't destroyed and was kept in good condition. But she couldn't convey a proper reaction to it. She looked at a few areas where she remembered playing with Zealia hide and seek. Or where Elijah's first tooth got knocked out when he crashed against the wall. Also where she found Jr.'s hiding spot of sweets under a loose wooden tile. A frown settled on her face when the memories shifted to the last encounter of their family together before the triplets and Oswald were kicked out. For some reason it didn't felt right to be there. She felt as if she were trespassing private property. Helga kept to herself and avoided touching the things that did not belong to her at all. She even out on her slippers to prevent touching the floor.