Dylan was still staring at Helen. His face was a mixture of excitement, awe, and fear. But he did seem relieved that Sebastian had been defeated.
Helen met Dylan’s gaze, her expression was peaceful. She nodded to him, and said something that only the few of us could understand, “Rest assured. What's done is done. I don’t regret my decision.”
However, that was the only thing she said to the king, and it didn’t seem that she had any desire to converse with him more.
Payne stood by the king, keeping him from running off, shock in his eyes, too.
The puppets that were left stopped attacking. They started wandering around, bumping into each other and off the walls.
Soren came out of the shadows in human form. He’d found a t-shirt and sweats to throw on. Thomas must have brought spares in case they had to shift.