Nikola's subtle gesture does not go unnoticed. Helen feels it as surely as she feels her own breath, her own heartbeat. For a moment, she remains there, frozen in place. Then her hand twitches back towards his, her fingers all but squeezing his hand in a return gesture that is just as small as his. They don't need words now. Gestures are everything for them. His action brings a reaction from her and that's all they need.
The moment passes and she moves to take his arm fully, resting her hand on his arm and leaning on him perhaps slightly more than protocol back then required and certainly more than she strictly needs to. That is, as the other was, another signal between them, speech without words. She appreciates his presence and his support. He is the only person who can get away with this and who even knows how to do the thing properly. Nikola grounds her as no one else can. Somewhere along the line he became someone she could truly lean against.
On their trek onward, several people pass, giving nods and a greeting of, "Doctor." This does little to shed light on which one the doctor is. Or which doctor. Doctor Watson, Helen assumes, but with these programs it can be more complicated. So in they walk to St. Bartholomew's, where they discover...
Absolutely nothing.
A frown creases Helen's brow as she glances around. "Well... that tells me we aren't in the beginning at least." Not the beginning of what she expects, at any rate. "I'll take suggestions now." She has a few ideas of course, but this is supposed to be a joint effort. May as well see what Nikola thinks.
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The moment passes and she moves to take his arm fully, resting her hand on his arm and leaning on him perhaps slightly more than protocol back then required and certainly more than she strictly needs to. That is, as the other was, another signal between them, speech without words. She appreciates his presence and his support. He is the only person who can get away with this and who even knows how to do the thing properly. Nikola grounds her as no one else can. Somewhere along the line he became someone she could truly lean against.
On their trek onward, several people pass, giving nods and a greeting of, "Doctor." This does little to shed light on which one the doctor is. Or which doctor. Doctor Watson, Helen assumes, but with these programs it can be more complicated. So in they walk to St. Bartholomew's, where they discover...
Absolutely nothing.
A frown creases Helen's brow as she glances around. "Well... that tells me we aren't in the beginning at least." Not the beginning of what she expects, at any rate. "I'll take suggestions now." She has a few ideas of course, but this is supposed to be a joint effort. May as well see what Nikola thinks.