[ he doesn't allow his hands to move, and instead keep them there so what energy helena has left can hold onto him. he's her support where she doesn't have her cane to hold onto, and so he remains stiff without moving, but his lips inch to the side in order to form a smile; he's pleased with the developments. those in this position have no one to hold but themselves all because they can't see, and they need hands held out to them if they're going to be able to take it.

as long as there's this bond, the one created in her mind as the drugs work on her emotions and though process, then he's able to find a way in. she's invited him, no less, by wishing the best for him, and with a shake of his head. ]

That's no good, Miss Helena. As your ally, I would have wanted to be there... so much can be done when one person isn't alone.

[ his fingers brush gently against the skin as he leans forward, and she can hear his chair creak along with his voice growing. ]

Just like this time... because I was there with you at that final moment, together, we made a difference. That Hell you once lived in, that could have been different too...

[ he sighs, trying to keep a gentle smile on his face. ] I hope you understand, Miss Helena, I wouldn't want you to be by yourself.