fandomtownies | The Gig: Thursday [5-5-11]

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Helen was at the Gig and finding it very weird that she hadn't had to sign up for any classes. The horses were just enjoying the weather.

"Hello The Gig!" James called out. Today had ups and downs, more than he was used to.

"Out back!" Helen called.

"Ah, there you are," he said. Helen's future may include a hug.

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Helen would be more than happy to be hugged and indeed, as usual, she seemed very pleased to see him. "Almost done!"

"Glad to hear of it," he said, grinning. Hugs!

Helen hugged him tight. "How are you today?"

"It's been interesting," he said wryly.

He explained further after a moment. "Triela."

Helen's face grew very solemn. "How is she doing?"

"She...she is as well as can be," he said, his face neutral.

She looked down. "It doesn't seem good."

He sighed. "Not at all."

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"I as well. There's nothing I can do!" he said, pulling away slightly, clenching his hands into fists. No visible enemy except...her own self.

"It's always worse when there's no enemy you can fight," she said gently. "And when you know there is no way to win the battle."