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

On one hand, Helena could understand Claudia's fear. Two of her roommates had been sent home, and she didn't want the same to happen to either herself or Myka simply by staying with them. On the other, she was also certain Claudia well knew that this place had no rhyme or reason to it and that Pete and Steve being sent back home had nothing to do with her and everything to do with this place. "Claudia, I think you know as well as us that this place has no rhyme or reason to what it does." In that moment, Helena somehow likened this place to the Regents at the Warehouse, which was not a good connection to make by any means. But she didn't mention anything on the subject.

"Only if you give me reason to make a tracker in the first place," Helena returned with a bit of a smirk. She was fairly certain that Claudia would follow through with making the wand. After all, Helena would do the same in Claudia's position.

"Definitely do not be a stranger." Helena would certainly be utilizing her Mrs. Frederic-like trait of suddenly appearing to keep an eye on Claudia every so often just to ensure she was getting on all right because Helena did worry. "It is perfectly understandable why you would be brain dead, but that is why you have us." She smiled gently, then looked over to Myka, trying to gauge how she was taking things so far. Her hand was still gently rubbing along Myka's back.