Rena felt the cage bars of confinement clamping around her uncomfortably, no less for them being figurative. No wonder Jekyll hated it all so much. It was just rubbish. She felt her heart sinking a little as she wondered what he'd tell his butler about her. If he agreed that she was a patient, while amusing, she couldn't deny that it would hurt. That it would feel...wilting to her confidence and spirit. Jekyll would've simply told the man to bugger off or perhaps given him disturbing details of what they were about to do to one another...but Henry had not freed himself of should and what was proper to do...and the fear of consequences if such were not held to.
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His story caused her to smile in relief and force a hopefully gracious or friendly nod to the butler before her gaze traveled back to Henry.?He'd not?only accepted her story for their friends at the?pub, he was using it with his own staff. It meant...It meant they would connect no matter what or when...and that realization?made her heart fly again. Her expression, as she regarded the doctor was openly full of honest love and adoration for anyone, Henry or his butler to plainly see. She wasn't putting on any show, her face was merely always telling by nature.?
"The journey was indeed stressful but now that I am with Henry none of that matters," she said warmly.
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Tea would be nice, though, she decided upon a moment of reflection. It would sober them a bit which would only make other pleasures far more accessible and long term.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
Kat