"You are a tired and broken woman struggling with her own turmoil at the end of all of that! And I intend to see you struggle more yet, because you aren't dueling just me."

Helen gets into a ready stance that isn't quite her own. It's more calculated. Vicious looking. And there's a faint, smudgy outline of a feminine someone taller than Helen taking the same stance behind her, like she's suddenly manifested her stand.

"Eira. Prepare to cut the shape, exactly as we talked about. Consider this a practice run for Bright! And who knows, maybe at the end of that you'll get a kiss of your own!"