(There is a soft oops and a quick rearrangement to spare the still mending wounds.)

When Darcy confesses this, Helena can't help but laugh, a giggle coming up from the same place as the tears. Too much joy, and not enough Helena to contain it.

"Even though I said we were as promised in front of my father?"

She had thought she was unsubtle with that. Saying that the door was open, if Darcy but turned the handle. Clearly, she'd needed to be even more direct.