Jeremy listened to what she had said, there probably was more truth to what she was saying than he wanted to admit. The reason he didn't come here often was because of the painful reminder his mother was no longer here, and it was set to get worse when his father passed too. He wouldn't have time to grieve his father either, because he would have to stay strong for his people as the new King. That was another sacrifice you made. People think that ruling a country, or being a prince/princess is something admirable, and of course it has it's perks but for Jeremy, all he'd seen was the heartache and sacrifices you had to make for your people. He looked at Helena as she pricked her finger on a thorn and it began to bleed. What astonished Jeremy more was the fact there was now grass covering the floor where the blood had dropped. Helena was more than just the average healer, he knew there was more to her. He just hoped maybe something would come from this arrangement. Jeremy turned to leave as she begun to cry, he pulled her into a warm embrace. "I know, I might not be the best pick as a husband, but surely I'm not that bad, you should need to cry" Jeremy said, trying to make a light comment at the more than serious situation they had found themselves in. It was not only he who was making great sacrifice, but Helena also. She just seemed to be able to accept and welcome it a little better. Jeremy rubbed her back as he held onto her. "It'll be alright you know" he whispered, his voice floating like silk on the breeze that swam around them. Gently kissing the top of her head he just stood there waiting for her to feel a little better about the situation.