It upset her that she was upset about not being pregnant, and it confused the hell out of her. But that was something, she knew, that she had to think on by herself. Angelina didn't really get a say in that matter. Although, maybe Fred should get to hear about her worries. Or lack of worries?
"Oh, bother." Helena took the tampon and treaded off in the direction of the bathroom. She was worried as to how this would work. Perhaps she should have started off with the diaper-like pad. That seemed less threatening then shoving a piece of cardboard inside of her through that most precious and sensitive area! But, there she was, in the bathroom, attempting this difficult feat.
It was probably about twenty minutes later, after internally arguing with herself, that she finally left the bathroom, tampon in place and feeling completely uncomfortable. "Is it supposed to feel like this?"