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Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in makebelievelog,

Despite having touched and interacted with things here since her arrival, Helena was still second-guessing herself, still hesitating before picking something up. Sometimes she did wonder if she was still on the Janus Coin and everything, including her death in the Warehouse and this, was just some horrific nightmare she was having. Perhaps she was still on the Janus coin. But no, this was no dream, all of that had been real, and now she was in this strange place and Myka was here, obviously having as difficult a time of coping with things as she was. Despite the fact Helena felt so lost within herself, so overwhelmed by her emotions, being there in Myka's presence gave her that sense of grounding that she'd needed and that no one else other than Myka could give her.

When Myka turned, Helena's hand slipped from her shoulder and brushed against her arm briefly. And the instant Myka's gaze locked with hers, Helena felt her heart both stop beating and clench in her chest. Seeing the tear escape Myka's eye, Helena bit the inside of her lip, her own eyes glazing with tears she was trying to hold back. All at once, she wanted to brush the tear away, to hold Myka in her arms and try to soothe the pain she was feeling. Taking in a breath, Helena instead took one of Myka's hands in her own. Out of everything they had been through, Helena was fairly certain the one thing Myka was struggling with the most was whether or not the Victorian woman was alive, for that was at the top of Helena's list of issues currently. So she pressed the palm of Myka's hand against her own chest, over her heart, so the other agent could feel it beating within her chest.

All the while, she never broke Myka's gaze. And as soon as she'd pressed Myka's hand against her chest, a tear of her own slipped down her cheek. The sense of touch was something that was so easily taken for granted, and after being Bronzed for over a century, then being little more than a hologram for who knew how long, Helena felt like a child rediscovering her senses and the wonder each held. As such, the way she touched Myka's hand carried far more meaning and need behind it than one would expect.