Helena winced a little as Mathias brought up Pruttin and Hell, trying to bunch herself up tighter in her lab coat. She was just an assistant, she didn't know what the doctor was ultimately trying to do but...in at least some way, she was partly responsible for the crisis the world was now in. Part of why she stayed in the city to work on the cure rather than escape to somewhere safer was due to that sense of guilty responsibility. She had to do what she could to fix her mistakes, no matter what...<br/><br/>Her ears perked as he gave instructions to Akil. What was he suddenly gathering food for? She had to be involved somehow, and it warmed her heart to be reached out to, no matter what the gesture really ended up being.<br/><br/>"How far is the cure..." Helena repeated, running the question through her mind a few times, "It's hard to say, unfortunately. I have isolated a few of the changes that cause the hunger. The chemical makeup of the brain starts to change...but I don't have a surefire way to restore it to normal. Nor can I explain the physical changes or how those who are eaten are revived with the virus. I learned a little from someone yesterday when I........"<br/><br/>She cut herself off, turning away. "Anyway, there is still a lot of work to do and I don't know how much time I have left to do it."