Helen has had precious few reasons to be herself, her true self, in a very long time. This past year, in its entirety, had not been conducive to being as loose and relaxed as she feels now. Add in the 113 years of "seclusion" and she really hasn't had any reason to be anything other than stiff and closed. Trusting people doesn't come easily to her anymore. Having Nikola back, having him be less upset with her, is helping.

God only knows what her life has become now that she is relying so fully on Nikola, but she would not change it for anything in the world.

Giving him that playful smirk as she takes another sip of wine, she moves to lower herself to the couch, crossing one leg over the other as she waits to see what he will do. Time to find something to discuss while she ensnares him and convinces him to stay close. Not that there's much convincing to be done as it is. They both seem fairly content to remain close by the other.

"I've something you might need here," she says, as though she's only commenting on the weather or airfare. "A ticket to see the Sanctuary. I need to return soon to check on how things are going before we head to Vienna."

Or she might just want to take Nikola back to see certain parts of it, the way the whole thing came together and how heavily Praxian technology influenced its design, to show her oldest friend something she has become exceedingly proud of. It's his call, really. He'll figure it out.