Considering how many times Helen has actually died or come damn close to it, at this point she wouldn't put that past anything. Except for the fact that the universe still seems fit to bring her back from the edge each time and she is still rather terrified of dying permanently in the long run, she might be willing to let mercy carry on.
Nikola's counter is far from merciful and Helen manages to roll her eyes petulantly. "You also haven't fallen ill in centuries. What makes you think that you won't also need rest?"
They're both splitting hairs, but who's counting?
She groans as a cough rips through her then. This is worse than the feeling she'd had when she took the Source Blood injection on that fateful day so long ago. So much so that she doesn't try to shove him away. If anything, when he settles on the edge of the bed, she shifts to give him room. Whether that's room to sit easier or room to lie down next to her is up for debate at the moment. At the moment, she's much like a child who has fallen ill, sulky about being less able to move about than normal.
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Nikola's counter is far from merciful and Helen manages to roll her eyes petulantly. "You also haven't fallen ill in centuries. What makes you think that you won't also need rest?"
They're both splitting hairs, but who's counting?
She groans as a cough rips through her then. This is worse than the feeling she'd had when she took the Source Blood injection on that fateful day so long ago. So much so that she doesn't try to shove him away. If anything, when he settles on the edge of the bed, she shifts to give him room. Whether that's room to sit easier or room to lie down next to her is up for debate at the moment. At the moment, she's much like a child who has fallen ill, sulky about being less able to move about than normal.