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

"And we can celebrate that point." After all, who knew how much longer the castle would remain that way with their younger selves more than capable of causing problems.

Noting how the smile faded and the diplomatic answer she got in response to her question, it was obvious there was something that was bothering Anakin, something obviously tying to the arrivals from his universe. Helena still had not seen the Star Wars movies, so she still only knew what she'd learned from Anakin and Padmé. At that moment, she was not certain whether or not she should press the topic. It was sometimes distressing how similar the two of them were, after learning of the things Anakin had done and would do in his universe.

"I have regained my health, and my kingdom is at rest." She could have said at peace, but that would not be strictly accurate. Helena did have a weight hanging on her shoulders, knowing that sooner or later she needed to tell her younger self about the future that waited for her in their world.

Her gaze traveled over to the bike Anakin was working on, her eyes taking in the appearance and, not for the first time, admiring the beauty in the craftsmanship. "Sometimes I hate being ill. It gives one far too much time to think and dwell on certain things." Her gaze was still on the bike, but eventually slid its way back to Anakin.