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Myka Bering (agent_bering) wrote in makebelievelog,

Myka tried to be cool about Grappler weaving in and out of her legs, it was just a cat after all, but the tale of the kitten clinging to Helena’s pant leg left Myka feeling a bit wary of the cat. Her aversion to pets not being anything akin to hatred, sure, but she wasn’t looking to be a climbing post. She moved quickly to the couch to discourage any such thought in the cat’s head.

“Tea is great,” she said.

“I’m doing well. Had that first, initial freak out. Which was hard, I’ve never crossed dimensions before.” She’d been trapped in a mirror, but this was far different from that experience. And for that Myka was grateful. It was a lesson in perspective, this place could be worse.

“But I think,” she nodded, even a smile breached her face. “I think I’ve gotten over that first shock and am settling in.” Her smile took on affection then. “It really helped that you and Claudia were here to help me figure it out. I would have been way lost without you. And probably still blaming Pete.”