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

Helena's mind had started to wander again, drifting back to Christina. The labor had been long and painful, even nearly killing her, but it was all worth it when she held her daughter in her arms that first time. Though Helena could barely remember that moment due to having been woozy from the use of chloroform as a painkiller during her long labor. Despite only having been seventeen when her daughter had been born, Helena had taken to motherhood almost immediately. It came naturally to her, and she did truly enjoy doting on someone in such a way. Helena loved her daughter deeply, and it was a love that eventually drove her to insanity when Christina died.

Because of being lost in memories, Helena had almost missed someone speaking to her. However, she noticed someone approaching, barely catching the last part of what Gwen had said. She stopped walking, brushing some hair behind her ear and cracked a small smile, though it was not one that reached her eyes. Her eyes still remained sad and troubled even as Helena tried to mask it.

"I could not sleep, so I thought I would go for a walk. It is good to see you, Gwen. How are you doing?" She may not have been feeling at her best, but Helena could still be cordial and make conversation with friends. To be truthful, Helena had been largely distracted of late between the whole situation with her younger self, then this approaching date and Myka being sent back home. Perhaps it would be good for her to talk, it would give her something else to focus on for a while. She may try to dodge the subject of what was bothering her, but company was something she welcomed right now. It was not something she tended to ask for from people much, she was far too used to being alone and left to her own devices. But here and now, she would take what she was given.