THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
Just as Dorothy had instructed earlier to her child, she approached Helena upon entering their chamber.
"What mysterious transformation engulfs your being?" Jeremiah calmly inquired of his wife, Helena, as she sat upon the bed.
Helena stood by the edge, gazing at the floor, seemingly contemplating whether to reveal that matter once more or let it be.
"Hey, beloved? What weighs on your soul?" Jeremiah further asked, concern gracing his voice, reaching out to touch her spot by his side.
"Come, grace me with your presence. Confide in me anew, and I shall lend my ear," Jeremiah calmly offered, extending his palm for a momentary glance from Helena, which she eventually accepted.
She settled upon their plush bed beside her spouse.
"May I rest my head upon your comforting shoulders?" Helena whispered, to which Jeremiah swiftly nodded.
"Of course," Jeremiah replied briefly, a gentle smile playing on his lips.
