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, |
When Padmé spoke of Anakin, she well saw the smile and how Anakin made Padmé feel. It had always been obvious to her of Anakin's feelings for Padmé. "He is most certainly sweet and kind. You have a good man, you both are fortunate to have each other." Helena truly meant that. She was ware of Anakin's future, they had swapped their own stories. But the Anakin that was here was a good man and obviously a loving husband. Love at times seemed to be fleeting, yet Padmé and Anakin's seemed to run deep. Deep down, Helena did envy that given she'd been given a taste of mutual love with Myka only to have it taken from her. "That is certainly a strange notion, basing it upon maturity. We all have ways we were raised and things we would rather not pass onto our children." Helena had certainly raised Christina differently than she'd been raised.
"It truly was. I most adamantly hated the double standards of society. Women were expected to only ever lay with their husbands, yet a man could have as many mistresses as he wished. The mistresses obviously would lie with more than just their husbands." Helena rolled her eyes a bit. She could go on quite the in-depth and heated discussion on the topic, but she was going to save Padmé from having to listen to that. "Earlier. I am from about a century before the majority of those here. The time I was born into was rather primitive, even by standards a century later. We did not yet have antibiotics." It was sometimes a wonder that people had survived given the number of nasty illnesses that plagued the Victorian era.
"A challenge is always a positive, I find." Helena said with a smile, brushing some hair behind her ear. "You bake? Though it must be difficult for you to have to adapt recipes. How different is the food here from the food in your world?"