Dull THROB in pale flesh, Prue could practically ALREADY feel the swollen bruise forming on her cheek from where Helena had punched her. Face TWISTED as she reached up to cover her wound, RECOILING in pain. “Okay...” she agreed, biting her lip to hide the SMART. “Maybe I DESERVED that all things considered...” Debatable. They had been TORN BETWEEN SISTERS. At least until now... “Look--” Studious green eyes did just that, scanning Helena’s form, taking note of red blotches of HEAT, little twitches of NERVES and every COILING muscle. Prue had not forgotten even an inch of that beautiful frame. “I know the timing is absolutely abysmal but when I heard you were GETTING MARRIED. You, Helena LeBlanc, getting married. Something just felt...” Pause as Prue weighed her words. “OUT OF PLACE...” Emerald orbs traced the white dress now. Couldn’t HELP herself. That was the problem. “Do you not... feel that, too?” With the mess it had ALREADY made of Helena, Prue KNEW the answer. “Would you rather have made a mistake and never known about it?”