"It is far too dangerous, I agree. And I don't want you to be in danger just because of your proximity to me." Oh Myka really had no idea just how much Helena truly cared about her. And she probably never would, given how Helena's luck in relationships went. Chances were she'd end up dead again before having the chance to say anything on the matter.
"I knew you were coveting it," she mused with a chuckle. Helena sifted through the other things she had sitting on the shelves there. Her identification as an agent of the Queen. Various other important papers and instruments she needed to track down artifacts. "Now the question is, would you like my original one that you were coveting, or the one I built here?" For the moment, she would leave her grappler there. The one she'd built here was all ready with her. Stepping out of the nook, she pulled the book again and the bookcase replaced itself. Turning, she was curious again, went back to her vanity and opened a drawer. Her diary was there, face down as she always kept it. Well, she didn't need to be reading that, so she simply closed the drawer, turned and headed out of her room. She paused at the top of the stairs, unable to stop herself from glancing over at Christina's room. At least the door was closed.
Still, she felt a stab to her heart knowing what was behind it. Once Moriarty was gone, she would ask Svetlana to help her clear the room out as quickly as they could. The ghosts behind that door were too numerous for her to face alone. And considering she didn't have to face them alone anymore? She would ask for the help. Taking her gaze away from the door, she went back downstairs, deciding to get back to Darcy's before Darcy started worrying. And she needed to get back to Emily.