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

In Helena's mind, she wasn't even a tragic hero. She was just broken. With her younger self now present, the disconnect between the person she was currently and the person she used to be was glaringly blatant. But as she held Claudia, she couldn't help but feel that long-buried maternal instinct of nurturing and comforting trying to rekindle itself. She wasn't exactly thinking of Claudia as a daughter, but they were family, and Helena had been a mother, had once possessed a loving heart that she had thought was lost, until recently.

The Victorian woman didn't mind having a wet shoulder. It was something she'd experienced before from Myka, and it wasn't something she'd complain about. While she wondered what she could possibly say, she knew there really wasn't much she could say to make things better. It wasn't exactly comforting to remind Claudia Steve was home now given the future they'd seen on the television. Though as she gently rubbed Claudia's back in a soothing manner, a piece of advice came to mind, and she would give it because it was something she could use herself.

"Just let it all out. You aren't alone, darling," she said softly. Those were definitely words she could have used when Christina had died, or perhaps they had been said to her, but it hadn't come from anyone who mattered enough to her to listen to them and push her anger aside. The British woman was completely notorious for keeping everything bottled up within her, and while she knew that wasn't a good thing, it was how she'd been raised and it was difficult to change, but she was trying. And she wanted to ensure Claudia didn't close up on herself in this. It would only make things worse.