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

"If she annoys you too much, just let me know and I'll put her in the bedroom." Helena bent down, setting Grappler on the floor. Immediately, the black and white cat moved to Myka, meowing at her as the cat rubbed herself against Myka's leg. "She got her name for a very good reason. Claudia had shoved her inside the door of my room and run off, and the first act the cat performed was to attach herself to my leg and she refused to let go." Looking back, that memory provided some amusement to her, though at the time she'd been both in pain and wanting nothing more than to know why Claudia had given her the bloody animal.

"Would you like some tea?" Helena asked, moving to the table, refilling her cup. There was another cup readily available if Myka wanted some. Flipping some hair over her shoulder, Helena looked over at Myka, deciding to steer the conversation to be about Myka. "How are you settling in?"

Helena doubted she could keep the conversation solely about Myka for very long. After all, the other woman had texted her and was obviously concerned about her. If she were to be honest with herself, Helena was already finding this place to be little better than the Warehouse. Before the Reavers had arrived, she had believed she could have a life here, free of the threat of doom that the Warehouse had attached to it. But given what the Reavers had done, and then this place having sent Myka home just when Helena was settling into a new life, she had deep reservations about letting herself live. What was the point when it was obvious this place did whatever it wanted? The next moment, Helena could be sent back home, back to her temporary fiery death in the Warehouse. Just as easily in the next moment another army could descend upon the city and kill them all.

It was exceedingly difficult to not grab onto the anger she felt over that, but given Myka was back now and was there, it was easier to fight that urge. Myka made her want to be a better person. Helena was so tired of fighting everything, especially herself, but she wouldn't give up because the thought of disappointing Myka was worse than anything she could imagine doing if she gave in to her dark side again.