[She's flailing, trying to get free. Somehow she hasn't gotten booed off stage, though perhaps this is all entertainment for them. Helaena isn't entirely aware of what is happening enough to care. She just knows there's another young woman that is now there, speaking to her gently, much like her own mother does when she is having one of her dreams.
She blinks up at the dark-haired girl, the similarities oddly striking. Somehow she knows. There's a part of her that intrinsicly knows. Or maybe she's seen her before. Either way, she just turns. She's calmer now, but only just.]
Men always come in the middle of the night. [Mayhaps it is the case of husbands or just men who wish to do ill will. She doesn't specify the difference.]
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She blinks up at the dark-haired girl, the similarities oddly striking. Somehow she knows. There's a part of her that intrinsicly knows. Or maybe she's seen her before. Either way, she just turns. She's calmer now, but only just.]
Men always come in the middle of the night. [Mayhaps it is the case of husbands or just men who wish to do ill will. She doesn't specify the difference.]