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

Even knowing how this place could be with sending people home and bringing them back, seeing Myka's post had thrown Helena. At first there was excitement, but that was quickly quelled when she realized Myka didn't remember being here before. Which meant she didn't remember their relationship, much less their engagement. That realization was gutting to her, though at the same time she was relieved to see Myka again. The latter was never the issue, the issue was knowing Myka didn't remember. How they progressed from this would also depend upon what point in time Myka was from. Helena wasn't stupid, she knew Myka could be from a time when she disliked the Victorian woman, or even from a time when she was with someone else. Helena would never expect Myka to feel the same way about her as she had when she'd been here before. Having such expectations would be unfair to both Myka and Helena.

So before Helena went to Myka's room, she took a couple extra minutes for herself. Looking down at her left hand, Helena drew in a breath and held it for some moments before she slid the engagement ring off of her finger. It was to everyone's benefit that Myka didn't know about that detail yet, not with everything else she had to learn about this place. Shedding a couple tears, Helena closed her fist around the ring, holding it tightly before she stood up and went into her bedroom to hide it away. She found a small container in her closet that she set it in, and she was in the process of putting it away when she remembered the other ring that she had on the chain around her neck. Unclasping the chain, she slid the diamond ring off and gazed at it for some moments before she added it to the container she'd put her ring in. Putting the chain back around her neck, now only having her locket attached to it, Helena moved the small container to some obscure place in the back of her closet. She doubted she needed to take such precaution, but she was not going to take the risk.

With that done, Helena went into the bathroom to check herself over. She brushed the tears away and made a couple small touch ups to her make up. Drawing in a steadying breath, Helena did her best to adopt the British mentality of "keep calm and carry on." Though even as she did so, she knew Myka would be able to see through it and know she wasn't precisely okay. But the last thing Myka needed was for Helena to be a mess, so she pulled herself together to be strong and help Myka digest where she was. Helena would tend to herself later. Much later, if she had anything to say about it.

Finally heading out of her room, she moved over to the door to Myka's room, her pace having a noticeable hesitation to it had Claudia been looking. As had become her custom, she was clad in dark blue jeans and a dark blue blouse with the top few buttons undone. Drawing close to Claudia, she gave her a small smile in greeting, brushing a hand through her hair as they waited for Myka to open the door.