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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

Seeing Helena's smile brought one to her face as well. There was something about H.G. Wells smile that could bring one to her face instantly. Perhaps, it wasn't so much the smile but the woman whose lips were smiling. Nevertheless it was a smile that only grew when she felt Helena squeeze her hand. Hearing the words You're safe forced a shaky breath from Myka's lips. She had heard the double meaning behind those words. Her life had been saved by the Victorian woman in the warehouse explosion. But it also meant that at this particular moment they were both safe. Alive and able to comfort one another. Say words to one another that had gone unspoken for so long.

Myka began to pull her hand away from Helena's chest and bring it back down to her lap. Instead of relinquishing the feel of Helena's skin against hers she linked their fingers together. Her other hand moving to rest in her lap. She was going to keep contact until she had fully come to grips with them both being all right. Being alive didn't necessarily mean that they were all together there. The two of them had been through a lot before being pulled here. Events that would continue to haunt them until one or both of them chose to speak about it. The silence in the room remained save for faint sounds in the distance. There were so many things that she wanted to say but Myka couldn't find the words to say them. Instead she shifted her gaze down to look at their clasped hands resting on her lap.