The script on her mug was just as undecipherable to Helen as that on An'Thayas, but she took the cup gladly, taking a long draw from it, not minding the heat. Caffeine zombie urges quelled, she gave the other woman a broad grin.
"He does? That has to get very interesting very quickly in the wrong situation." She replied, trying not to giggle. Her synapses were beginning to slough off the last of the drugs in her system, and the peaceful calm that pervaded the Green Heart was a balm to her battered mind.
The Psi-Talent was also aware, almost without trying, that the woman in front of her was heavily and naturally shielded. It was a welcome relief, if she was honest to herself, because at the moment she didn't trust her abilities to read past the end of her nose at a push.
"Berelath? Well, that's completely outside any area of the galaxy I've heard of. And that is a very, very good thing." Helen gave in to the urge to laugh then, her mood lifting considerably from the terror of earlier. "It does? How about that. Maybe the universe thinks we all need one safe space to flee to in times of need. Or I just shorted out every telekinetic synapse in my brain. Either or." She shrugged delicately, sipping at her coffee.
"That's a good thing about the pajamas," The strawberry blonde laughed again. "Although I don't know how long they'll hold up as my only items of clothing. If I'd actually thought this through..." She sighed, her smile turning slightly sad and stared introspectively into her mug for a moment.
"No, no crazy uncle. My family... well, my adoptive family, were amazing. It's pretty much everyone else that's kinda sucky."
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