Slowly Erik draws his weapon and passes it across to Helen. She takes it, and pulls the blade back across her palm, slicing her skin, and watches as blood ebbs out.
“Helen no!” Ben leaps forward and pulls the dagger from his sister’s hands, casting it aside at Erik’s feet. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket attempts to wrestle it into Helen’s palms. She protests and pulls, flicking her wrist and scattering droplets of blood onto the ground.
“What are you doing?” Ben rounds on his sister, grabbing her by the shoulders and staring her into her eyes.