"It's ok." She rubbed the younger girl's back soothingly. Being this close Helena could smell both the child's spice and a heady scent of cotton candy.

"I've lost a lot of friends already, but Selina would have been miles better then my mom. "

She loved her mom, but she was such a nag.

"We'll probably be doing a lot my crying before all this is over. But it's better to cry together then to bottle it up alone."

Especially if or when she found out that a version of Bruce had been here before and had died before any heroics could take place.