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It had been an arduous trip back. He had Hel seen to, watched as her wounds were closed up with the Nurse's expertise. He felt the reality of the situation sink in deeper and deeper.
Hel would never get her wings back.

Mot carried the grumbling Valkyrie back to her room, his arms weak and tired from having to deal with her so long. He needed help. His mental capacity to deal with something so traumatic was at it's limit. He knew once Hel realized her situation, things would get very ugly. As it stood, he couldn't do this alone.

Mot left Hel on her bed, promising to return very soon.

The grim reaper shut the door and walked the short distance to the next room beside Hel. Her sister, Freya. She needed to know, and he needed her help desperately.

He breathed in shakily, and knocked on the door.

Hel’s demeanor hadn’t changed all that much since leaving the Haunted House…if anything, she was steadily growing more and more agitated. Much like the steam that had enveloped the room, Hel’s mind felt much like it was in a fog that obscured her from the true reality of her situation. All that she knew right now was that she was sick of being carted around and that she wanted to be…alone. Her back felt like it burned and ached, and as Mot left her on the bed, she scowled.

He should just return to his room and rest. He didn’t need to come back…and what was he doing anyways? No, she didn’t care…but she still couldn’t help but be foul tempered as she sat there hunched on her bed, still in her bloodied clothes. She wanted to lie down…but at the same time she didn’t want to move.

It's Hel.

Somehow, the moment she'd seen Mot's face, she'd known. She moved through the doorway, even as he spoke, and closed the door behind her. Her hand paused on the doorknob when he mentioned her wings, and her grip tightened for a moment. A mixture of horror and relief filled her at once; the idea of injury to their wings horrified her, but at least.. at least this meant she was alive.

She put her hand on Mot's shoulder and squeezed it gently, before pulling him into a sudden hug. "Okays." She murmured, soaking in every ounce of strength she could muster out of herself, before letting him go and walking across the hall. As stupid as it was, she knocked on the door first.

"Hel, my baby, my little crumpet, yehr sister's comings in, okays? Makes sure yehr decent."

Mot didn't expect the hug. He'd honestly expected her to go flying to Hel upon hearing Hel's name.

He followed after her, hearing Hel speak from beyond the closed door. "Don't let her tell you that." Mot whispered to Freya, leaning down so Hel wouldn't hear. "She needs to get cleaned up yet." And Mot was not about to try and do that.

The grim reaper opened the door, and walked on in. "You can be alone another time." He said to her solemnly.

That look on Freya’s face.

Devastating. It was exactly what she didn’t want to see. “Tch.” Hel looked away from the two of them as they entered. Freya meant well, she really did, but right now, all the ghoul wanted to do was crawl into a hole. Maybe cease to exist. Maybe. It was made worse by Freya’s words.

My baby. My little baby.

“Oh, knock it off!” Hel cried, a hand snapping out to try and push Freya off of her now. She pointed an accusing finger at Mot. “You. You are about to fall like a Jack damn tower of cards.” She hissed. “So do us both a favor and leave and get some rest, and you!” She swatted another hand at the hand trying to pluck at her hair. “You are too busy tupping to concern yourself with important matters! I bet his bed is awfully cold at the moment, hm?” She sneered. “You are free to leave as well and warm it up.”

Hel's words absolutely stung. Freya threatened to crumble under the weight of her accusations, but Hel needed her big sister right now - even if she swore up and down that all she really needed was for Freya to go away. She sucked in a deep breath, straightened up, and tried not to pout. Though the last failed, she still managed to look somewhat stubborn. "I'm goings teh forgets yeh says any of that, because I knows yehr hurtings and I woulds be sayings some mean, stupid things if I was in as much pain as yeh. So yes, get it all out, crumpet, if it makes yeh feels better teh insults me. But I tells yeh one thing right now, if yeh don't likes wasting yehr time, then zip it. Because I am not leavings."

She side-glanced at Mot for a second, before nodding sharply and turning back to Hel. "And neither is he. So finds someone else to talks bad about for a while."

She stood off the bed, and moved around to sit on the other side, which meant being behind Hel's back. She wanted a look at what the nurse had done to care for her sister - and the extent of the damage. "Did Cricket gives yeh somethings for teh pain, or should I makes yeh some tea?"

What would he do without Freya? He may had been scared of her before (actually he still was), but the only reason Mot wasn't crumbling like a hammer smashed cookie was because she was holding up too. Hel continued to lash out at them both, desperate to get them to leave. Part of him wanted to abide her request. What was the harm? But he couldn't bring himself to believe she'd be okay all alone.

What could he do? Tell her not to yell? Not to be upset? No, that would be stupid. Hel had every right. Even if she made him feel guilty for failing to protect her.

"I'll make tea." Mot announced, despite Hel's insistance she wanted nothing. He moved to the kitchen and began preparing hot drinks. It was something to keep him busy.

Mot was making ******** tea, and her sister was not ******** leaving. UGH! Wait…Hel turned her head to stare at her sister incredulously, and she nearly flipped her lid at what she saw. “Are you crying!?” Hel seethed. “No, Freya, you are not allowed to cry! You do not have any right to!” The ghoul wailed. No. She didn’t want to be on this bed anymore with her, and right now, the only safe place it seemed would be the bathroom.

Hel struggled to push herself up into a sitting position, and swung her feet around to touch the floor. This would be fine. She told herself. She could do this no problem. Hel pushed herself off of the bed and immediately crumpled to the ground. She was tired still, and without that extra weight on her back her balance was off. Hel scowled, and immediately started to push herself back up to stand once more.