Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} indelibleink) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} makebelievelog,@ 2013-02-26 18:44:00 |
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What: Myka has been internalizing feelings regarding people being sent home. Helena's trying to get Myka to open up about it.
When: This evening when Myka returns from work
Where: Their room
Warnings: Feels and some angst, will update as needed
Helena had not been blind to the fact that Myka was struggling with some issues, it had been something she'd wanted to bring up with her girlfriend, but it was difficult to find the right time of late. With the things the castle had been up to of late with its antics there hadn't quite been a good time to talk about things. At least not in depth. Helena was fairly certain Myka still had lingering issues over Pete and Steve, and now Charlie, being sent home. There were perhaps other issues as well, such as regarding her younger self, but what was foremost on Helena's mind was the topic of Pete, Steve and Charlie. With the new threat of something bad coming in the near future, Helena was going to seize this chance where neither her nor Myka were affected by what the castle was doing to try and settle some of Myka's troubles. It would do no good to let the troubles grow any further, and it would only make matters all the worse for whenever this threat of danger finally did come.
It had taken a day or so for Helena to figure out how to approach the subject with Myka. But she'd come up with a plan. Having left a note for Myka to find that morning when she woke up, she'd left a bit of a pointed quote on it. Knowing Myka, she would understand the hidden meaning behind the quote she'd chosen, that it was a clue as to what she wished to talk about when Myka returned home from work that evening. Helena had the day off from her job, so she'd slept in. Once she was awake, Helena went into the city to purchase a few items she wished to utilize that evening. Once things were in place there, she went to work on the defense system Anakin had asked for her help with. The afternoon had sped by as she worked on her part. The programming that went into it was still a bit beyond her understanding, so she was letting Claudia handle that and she was building and assembling the other parts needed. Once she'd understood what was what on the schematics, it wasn't that difficult for her to follow it.
Even while she was engrossed within her work, Helena kept a close eye on the time. When it got to be about an hour and a half before Myka would be home, Helena wrapped up what she was currently working on, set it aside, then went to go tend to setting up their room. She was going to take a similar approach that Myka did when the Victorian woman needed to talk about sensitive issues, but she knew that Myka could also use some relaxation, so she'd purchased some scented candles as well as some scented oil. The candles and oil were sandalwood scented. Placing a couple candles in the sitting room and one in the bathroom, Helena then took the bottle of oil, diluted an amount of it with water, then sprayed it on their sheets, concentrating on their pillows. It would hopefully help Myka relax more at night and sleep easier. Of course, it would also help Helena, but she was more concerned about Myka. Once that was taken care of, she went to get them some dinner given the staff was on strike. Helena picked up some Italian for them, then brought it back to the castle. Glancing at the time once she was back in their rooms, she set the food out on the table by the couch, though she left it within the containers so it would remain warm, and also to keep Grappler from getting into it.
Disposing of the bag the food had come in, Helena grabbed a matchbox, pulling out a match and lighting it, then she lit the two candles on either side of the table. Blowing the match out, she disposed of that, then went and lit the candle she'd put in their bathroom. When Myka would get home, the place would smell quite warm and inviting. Coming back out into the sitting room, Helena spied Grappler attempting to get at the food.
"Oh I think not!" She exclaimed, quickly moving over to the table and scooping Grappler up. Holding the cat up in front of her face, she shook her head. "That is not your food." To which Grappler mewed at her. "Talking back, are we?" Another mew. "Well, perhaps I should postpone your dinner for this, hm?" Helena arched an eyebrow. Yes she was holding a conversation with a cat, but anyone with a pet was prone to do the very same thing. They just rarely ever admitted as much to others.