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Myka Ophelia Bering (beringandwells) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka had been reading and thinking up assignments when she had decided to send out a few text messages. It had been awhile since she had heard from Charlie and any chance to pester him was one that she couldn't pass up. That and she was ensuring he was still about the castle. While Myka knew that Andy would have said something if he'd been sent home there was still the possibility the man was morning the loss and hadn't informed everyone. So when she received a text back from him a sigh of relief was released. The man who had become her best friend in the castle was still around. Her texts with Claudia and Helena had hit her hard. Helena having been sick had been stressing her out, especially the woman's tendency to shrug off listening to advice. But after much bickering she'd heeded orders and had been resting. It still didn't mean that Myka wasn't worried. Every time her girlfriend coughed Myka would glance in the direction she was or get up to go check on her. Losing her a second time was something that she couldn't bare to have to go through.

After her texts ended with Claudia, Myka knew that she needed to be a better friend and sister to the younger woman. In her haste to put together lesson plans and prepare herself for a journey she had never pictured taking she'd began to neglect Claudia. At the time she hadn't noticed how she would carry on conversations and then be pulled into writing out assignment guidelines completely forgetting those around her. That was something that needed to change. Claudia was someone that Myka felt she could talk to about anything. And lately that anything seemed to be Helena. After Finnicks post earlier in the day Myka wondered how she was going to handle approaching Helena about everything that she had said. It pained her to know just how much Helena wondered why she stayed and why she believed in her. Myka understood on some level but nevertheless couldn't help being upset that Helena was blind to how much everyone believed in her and that they forgave her. At the very least, Myka forgave the Victorian woman for what had been done.

Myka had just placed the book she'd been reading through down when Helena's last few texts had come through. What she'd said in response had been true. Whenever Helena needed her she would drop whatever it was that she was doing and go right to her. And when she'd received a response saying that she was needed, Myka had put her things down and walked into their room. Helena was laid up in bed and Myka immediately walked over and crawled into the bed. At night, Helena would pull her into her arms and hold her. But from the moment she'd crawled into the bed the normal routine had been changed. Helena had snuggled closer to her and laid her head against her chest. There was a moment where Myka was unsure what to do but then her arms moved of their own accord. She slid her one arm under Helena and the other over her, holding the older woman to her body. When Helena coughed, Myka felt it through her own body due to their proximity and her arms had tightened slightly. Her grip relaxed when her girlfriend settled back down and her head resumed its place resting against her chest. Pressing a kiss to Helena's hair, Myka laid there in silence before quietly saying, "talk to me, Hel."