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

Despite her maternal instincts, hugging was not Helena's initial reaction most of the time. Sometimes it was when those she loved the most were hurting, but she never just went up and hugged people. She had a propensity for invading personal space, mostly Myka's, but that was different than hugging. But right now, Helena was grateful for the hug. It was what she needed, and she wasn't pulling back from it. It was comforting.

"I am more than content to be stuck here with you." Of course, it'd be immensely nicer if Helena still had Myka there, but this wasn't the first time she'd lost someone she'd loved. This wasn't even the first time she'd been separated from Myka, though at least this time around the separation wasn't caused by her attempt at world destruction. "Something tells me I would rather be stuck in the sticky string than I would the rigging rope from the Mary Celeste." Unless the sticky string also acted like a constrictor and would eventually kill you like the rigging rope.

At the suggestion of moving rooms, Helena's initial thought was not to move. She could at least still have Myka's pillow here that undoubtedly still smelled like her. But Helena quickly caught herself. That was how it had started after Christina. How many hours had she sat in Christina's room still expecting her to return home? She had left the room exactly as it had been the day Christina had left for Paris, and after her daughter's death, Helena had not let anyone touch that room. Perhaps it was the haunting memories that initially set her on the dark path that would eventually end with the Minoan Trident in her hands, one strike away from destroying the world when Myka had stopped her. She couldn't go down that path again, Myka wouldn't want her to.

"That would be a good idea, I think. I think I will do that." She sniffed softly, her mind starting to drift again. The Victorian woman had more than enough ghosts haunting her already, she shouldn't add Myka's to it when she didn't have to.