Helena is back from her run, she is cleaned off now and with a weapon in hand. But she cannot forget the sounds. The sounds that were rasping and haunting and low as she was quiet as church mouse sneaking to the farm and back.

It's why, when she notices those sounds coming from inside a tent, within the Township, she pauses, tilting her head to the side. Without going into the tent, she steps closer, pressing her ear to the fabric.

"You are changed, мила. For this I am sorry." Helena's knife is in hand and it seems she will have to kill one more.

[ooc: Ukrainian for: 'my dear.']