Kyle could tell Helena was having negative thoughts, some more intense then others, but none clear enough to actually understand. After Helena hurried over to him and his mother glared, spewing a few thoughts about 'shameless hussies' which warrented it's own glare from Kyle, they started heading toward the garden after his mother. Almost immediately Kyle caught a small part of a larger thought from Helena. 'Hell spawn satan.' It was literally all he could do to not crack up laughing. He was quite convinced he had never heard a more accurate description.

Attempting and mostly succeeding to hide his amused smile behind a cocky smirk, his amusement was dampened when his mother began her questioning. Helena was visibly uncomfortable about that, something his mother seemed to pick up on. He would have to come up with a reason, and quickly, before she decided to start acting on those less then amiable thoughts. However, Helena managed to provide just the distraction, using that moment to grab onto his arm in a rather intimate fashion. The glare his mother shot was deadly, and once again some rather uncalled for names began streaming through her head.

Kyle felt what was almost like a tug from Helena's mind, and when he looked down at her she was staring up at him almost pleadingly, and from these things it was like she was asking who's side he was on. Smiling at her, and taking her hand in his, he quickly squeezed it reasuringly before looking back at him mother. This action had annoyed her greatly, but before she could speak he began answering her original question. "Helena has been a bit under the weather this past week, tonight was especially bad. She was fine until after dinner, but by then I had already sent the staff away since I would be at the meeting." He seemed amused, as without being specific his mother could find no issue with his statements, but could not ask without seeming rude. "I couldn't just leave her alone in this big house, especially with the servants gone. I had to stay with her, to make sure she would be alright." His mother started to speak but he continued before she could get started. "She's feeling better this morning, and I thought the fresh air would do her some good." He smiled, vaguely triumpantly at his mother before turning to Helena with a real smile. "Right Helena? I really am glad you're feeling better." Considering what had really happened, and the tone in his voice, it was obvious he really meant that statement. The look in his eyes alone said that.

Helena looked at him and smiled back. She was really glad that Kyle was here. "Yeah," she said and rested her head against Kyle's arm. "I'm feeling better today, thank you." She said, though she was more grateful that he was on her side, she was also happy that he had been there for her. Also very grateful that he hadn't said she had kept him home due to a vision. His mother would more easily believe that to be a lie.

His mother glared at her even more, and Helena, hid a little more behind Kyle. She wanted most of all to giggle. It had been them who had made the offer to give Kyle to her, not her parents. She had no right to be jealous. Kyle was forced on her just as much as she was forced on him. She looked up at Kyle. She wondered how he felt about the marriage thing. Her mind was jumping all around, and she didn't really haven't reach a state, where she could tell if she liked it or not.

Helena's presence was really all the was making this walk positive in any way. Truthfully, he would rather his mother wasn't in the house at all, but at least he wasn't alone. When she leaned on his arm, and received a glare from his mother before hiding a bit, he had to admit the thoughts floating around in his mothers head were getting out of hand. First off, it was tiring hearing her mentally berate Helena for something that she had no right to berate her for, and secondly, it was uncalled for either way. Helena's actions hardly befitted being called such things.

In a way, he was just tired of it. These last few hours had been rough and he really didn't need this right now, especially not in his home. Somehow he had to get her out before she decided to spend the day here! "I take it your worries are sated Mother?" He said, causing her to snap back from glaring at Helena to giving him her perfect, yet somehow condescending, smile. "Knowing that Helena has been unwell makes me feel I should..." Kyle used this moment to interrupt her, taking advantage of her pause. "No need to take time out of your busy schedule! As you can see she is doing fine now. I would hate to get in the way of your errands." At this point his mother seemed to tilt her head. "I never mentioned that, though you are right, I am quite a busy woman." She smiled again. "I don't see taking this upon myself as a burden." Once again Kyle just smiled. "Really mother, I am not that incompetent. If something occurs and I need your help I will be sure to send for you. Please, go, enjoy your day. I shall walk you to the door." At this point, they had arrived near the front of the house.

((I was pondering her somehow trying to get Helena to come into town, and Kyle being forced to come along... not sure how to pull it of. Wondered what you thought. XD))

Helena could see how his mother was surprise by his action, but then closed up again and send her another death glare. "Maybe a do need some time for myself." She just muttered not completely able to hide the hint of annoyance. Then she stormed of. The sudden action and Helena stopping. Once the door was closed a bright smile appeared on her face. "I worked!" She grinned. "The hell- ... Um, I mean, she's gone." Helena blushed a little, then noticed she was still clinging to Kyle and let go and blushed a little more. "Um, I... Thanks, I guess." She said, thought looking down with her hand behind her back.

She had actually liked bei- no! She shook her head. Kyle could still be in her head. Her hair fell over her shoulder and she looked at it. "I didn't get time to set my hair." She said suddenly realizing it was still down. She played a little with her hair. She wondered how Kyle saw her.... And that was perfectly okay! She was a girl and she wanted to know if she was pretty enough to be interesting for her soon to be husband!? It was okay, dammit!? It was all the hell spawn's fault for buying her these clothes. It made her wonder how she looked, since it was so unfamiliar to the clothes she used to wear. It made her uneasy in them.

"I want to buy new clothes." She suddenly declared. She didn't want her collection of clothes to be a closet filled with ways she could seduce Kyle. She wanted something normal. She looked up at Kyle. "In any event I would need something proper to sleep in." She still remembered last night. A small blush appeared. She had- no, she had not liked wearing Kyle's shirt, shut up!

Kyle himself had actually been a bit surprised his insistence had worked, but considering how rarely he was insistent that might have had something to do with it. He smiled back as Helena grinned, and smirked a bit as she almost let the thought he had caught earlier slip. "She is." He nodded, feeling very relieved. It was at this point that Helena seemed to notice her physical closeness and moved away, embarrassed. Kyle smiled gently and nodded in response to her thanks. He was just glad she hadn't had to endure the torrent of insults his mom's mind had sent flying, something she probably would have had he not been around.

He looked at her, as she was examining her hair. It looked nice, the way it feel over her shoulders and cradled her face. Then again, he thought her other hairstyle of fine too. Maybe he just had no sense. "It looks nice, at least in my inexperienced opinion." He added, making it into a bit of a joke. "Though, I don't agree with my mother's opinion on your hair being up either." Kyle smiled a bit. After a few more moments of looking unsure, she suddenly spoke. While that wouldn't be difficult, it would involve going into town... not that he wasn't a master of avoiding people. He was about to say something when she brought up last night. Kyle looked awkward as well. "Yes, that- go get ready, I'll put on something more... presentable." He chuckled a bit, running a hand through his wet hair.

Helena noticed the other was still only in his pyjamas and then nodded and chuckled a little. As he walked away, Helena looked after him, before she sat down on a seat and waited for him to get back. Her eyes follwoed him, before she reminded herself, that she didn't like him, and she sat down and looked straight ahead, and frowned at her inability to keep her mind focused enough actually hate Kyle. She didn't and she knew it now. Kyle probabaly knew that too.

She frowned again and crossed herr arms. It actually annoyed her just how much Kyle was on her mind at the moment. She may need some time alone again, but then again, did she even want to stay away now? What if they got ambused again by Kyle's family? She wouldn't stand a chance against them alone. They sure enough hated her, alright. It had been very clear.

His mother was probably the worst, but she doubted the rest of his family would be welcoming her with open arms. They were more likely to spit at her. She really felt out of place in this house and this family. She wanted to go home, but her family would hate her even more than Kyle's if she ran away from this.

Kyle headed upstairs to get into this clothes. Climbing the stairs quickly and entering the bedroom he walked over to the dresser, pulling open his shirt drawer to get a new shirt. Opening up the drawer containing his pants he paused. Should he actually try and dress up? Maybe find a nicer jacket or something? He pondered this as he found one of his nicer pair of pants and walked over to the closet. Looking down at the black pants in his hands the opened the closet, staring at his jackets. Seeing the one meant to go with the pants he pondered a few moments, eyeing one of his more well used but scruffy jackets. Sighing, he grabbed the black jacket and walked into the bathroom to dry off before putting on his clean clothes.

Exiting the bathroom, leaving his wet clothes behind, he looked down at himself. He had managed to slick his hair back a bit, though some of it was beginning to fall over his face once again. Kyle was unsure of how this suit looked on him, but it was better then his others. The black pants and jacket felt a little formal, but he'd feel out of place next to Helena dressed like a researcher. Sighing he buttoned up his jacket a bit before running a hand through his hair and heading out of the room. Grabbing his boots on the way past the bed he began putting them on as he headed down the stairs. He was finished by the time he made it to the bottom, though he'd had to pause a few times for the more awkward parts.

Finally reaching the bottom he approached where he had left Helena. Despite Kyle's lack of good sense, the suit did fit him rather well. It had helped that his mother had a hand in picking it out, though this was simpler then some she might have picked alone. It was a simple black jacket and pants combination, contrasted by the white button up he was wearing. He had it buttoned once, allowing for a more relaxed feeling. The shirt wasn't buttoned up all the way to the neck, which added to the laid-back nature of the outfit. His boots, which were black, where in desperate need of buffing but were good enough. He approached Helena.

Helena sat there for herself being caught in her own thoughts. She sighed a little for herself and looked down letting her hair fall down covering her like a veil. It made a nice cover for her face, so people couldn't see her face. It had been so weird living here. There usually was servants around, so Helena never really felt alone. She knew the servants would be back soon. She didn't know where they where, or why they weren't around today, or last night.

Then there was Kyle. Kyle was ... different than she had imagined. Better. It was actually a little weird that she felt this way, though she really had no idea what to feel anymore about anything. Her whole perspective was being disturped by the fact that there actually existed a nice noble.

She heard footsteps and looked up, then froze. Kyke actually surprised her. She had seen him in a suit before, but she hadn't really been looking at him at the time, but now she was actually looking and a small blush appeared on her cheeks, and she immediately looked away again and stood up. "Okay, let's get going before the sun appeares and ruins the day further." She said. Kyle's mother had really done a great deal to try andruin it. "Um ... do you know a good place to buy cloth?" She asked.

((Do you still want to play?))

((I do! Sorry, school and life got in the way for a while. I'll try to respond soon!))