Re: Harlem's Community Center: Selina K/Helena W
[Helena nodded, a little tip of her head. Selina didn't care, which was as good as permission to take her wherever and if it wasn't, she'd ask forgiveness when Selina woke up, but she wouldn't ask permission now.] Okay. I'll contact him too. [She didn't need to see Selina's vitals, she only needed to know when the Cat lost consciousness.
And if she did? If she died? Her tail stilled behind her. If Selina died, if this thing of Crane's killed her -- her mind shied away from what she would do, even as she felt the chasm of her actions in Silent Hill open up in her mind, the pipe, the knives, blood and sweat and gore. She was capable of horrible things, but any death that came too quickly would be too merciful for him. She blinked, and tucked the darkness back. There were no threats, there were no promises, but she did reach out to swipe her thumb over the high crest of Selina's cheekbone.]
Call me if you need anything, all right? I don't expect you will, but I don't want you stealing any armored cars from Tony without me. [It was playful, far more playful than she's been in a long time, but she expected Selina might need it. There were no goodbyes, only the faint upward curling of her lips and a tug on the hair hanging over her shoulder before she was walking towards the back door.]