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

At Myka's response, Helena grabbed a second cup and poured some tea for Myka. There was sugar and milk available to add to the tea, but Helena would let Myka dress her tea the way she wanted as she handed the cup to her. She added a fresh dash of milk to her own tea before she settled back on the couch and took a drink.

"I understand, the dimensional travel was a new experience for me as well." The Victorian was a time traveler, not a dimensional traveler. Though she could add the latter to her long list of things she'd done in her life. Though at least Myka was over the initial shock and confusion that this place tended to bring about.

"You are most welcome, darling. I am happy to have been able to be of help to you." A soft smile crossed Helena's face. Inwardly, Helena was glad she could do something to help Myka, even if all she felt were pangs of pain knowing the other woman didn't remember anything about this place. Helena knew she needed to deal with those emotions, but she would rather continue to push them out of sight and out of mind as best as she could. She was going to force herself to settle for being a friend to Myka and nothing more. "Have you started thinking of what you are going to do while you're here?" It was a question that served a double purpose. It's actual intent was to see just how settled Myka was.

With the two women seated on the couch, Grappler resumed her earlier position, leaping up onto the back of the couch and draping herself along it. She was facing Myka, though at the moment she was occupied in cleaning one of her front paws.