~Helena, the Manor was full of people of great beauty, and you are among them. You're right, you are not the same as the Barmaid or the Queen and certainly not the same sort of beauty as that aggravating Prisoner or the gentleman Jack, but you are still a beauty. Not a lure, the way the Barmaid is, no glittering thing that draws others to chase it; yours is more like the stars, or the entrancement of candle flame, but it exists and I will not hear you deny it. The world of sight may not be yours but you move through the worlds in the eyes of others and brighten them, not solely through what your creator has given you but because your gentleness and care brightens your glory and welcomes others to bask in it. Tell me you understand what I have said.~
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