When she meant something, she meant something. If she was teasing, there would have been a weird kind of scary grin on her face. But she didn't do a whole lot of teasing or joking around. Only with her sestra really. But she was in firm believe that everyone should hug someone at least once. Just to see what it was like. Especially if someone was having a very bad day. Those were the nicest kinds of hugs.
"Yes! A test of strength. It is supposed to be fun. But some people get cranky when you win all the time. Especially if you are girl." Which was stupid, if you asked her. "I do not get it either. They do like to be dominant. They try to touch me, and I sprain his finger. Then he come back to try and dance with me and I hit him with ball." He sincerely had it coming though. Trying to touch her inappropriately and everything. That was Helena. Being violent to fuck up the patriarchy.
She was strong actually. Very strong. People always said so. And she had taken down several very full grown men. She was probably stronger than them. She had to be. It was the only way to survive.
"Thank you, angel. Dancing is not bad. Kind of like hugging but moving at same time." She shrugged.
If she was asked, she probably would have said love and sex was the same thing. But she'd never had sex and never been in love. She called that guy her boyfriend because it was the only word he knew. And the only guy who had ever looked at her and thought she was pretty. That had been nice. She'd never quite felt that before.
As she pushed herself on the swing, she grinned madly over at him. "Is nice, yeah? You go so high!" Just as she was doing.