When she finished shr just sat on the bed, unsure how she should ontinue this conversation. She smiled a little when Kyle told her she should play more. He had said that last time too. She placed the violom mext to him. "Yoi should do it." She said in the end. She looked at him.. "release your powers, I mean. Ot doesn't seem good to surpress them." She also pointed out.

he fisged on the bee.."I ... jus dont do it too close to me, okay?" She said and bit her lower lip. I mean, how much would you understand?" She said. She hoped he wouldn't understand anything. It probably wasn't the case.

Kyle look at Helena, confused. It wasn't until she clarified that his face showed understanding. It might be best if he wasn't near her, since that would mean her thoughts wouldn't be the forefront of his mind. Maybe he could go read or something, that might distract him. At which point Helena suggested he not be near here, and he smiled a bit. Seems they were thinking the same thing, but for different reasons. Her next question illustrated that. "All of it." He stated, "I might not always be paying attention, but being farther away won't help. Just make it less obvious."

Kyle paused. "Maybe if I slept, that might work. My head hurts to much to get any reading done, and if I just sit around I'll likely focus on your thoughts without realizing it..." He mumbled a bit. After a few moments of contemplation he looked back up at Helena. "Should I go or you?" He asked. After a moment he added. "I mean, should I sleep somewhere else or do you want the room?" Not that it really mattered. The pillow and soft mattress might help him relax, but it's not like he couldn't sleep in the study or something. Honestly, it depended on what Helena wanted to do. If she wanted to stay in the room him not being near her wouldn't work to well if he slept here, and if she wanted to wander the house staying in the room would be best.

Helena looked at Kyle. She disnt really know what the best idea was. In the end she got off the bed. "I guess I should be going." She said and smiled a little. She wanted, no she just felt a little responsible because Kyle was trying so hard for him. She wanted to make sure she at least tried to show a little gratitude.

The weather was also fine, she she could stil be outside for a few hours. Darted off from the bedroom after mumbling a quick, "sleep tight." And then she was out in the garden and looked around. It was pretty herez. There was a reason she kept coming here.

Kyle watched Helena contemplate what to do, before she stood up. He blinked a moment, as he hadn't really been expecting her to move when she did. "Right, yes." He'd been getting used to her presence, to the extent that his slipping was getting worse. It was probably a good idea they separated at this point, or he'd end up reading her thoughts without meaning too. "I'll... sleep, I think. Sleep sounds good." Kyle said, standing up slowly and getting out of the way of the door so she could leave. "Good night." He added quietly.

After Helena left Kyle started to sit down, but realized he was still wearing his boots. He paused, and then grabbed on to one of the bed posts to steady himself while he pulled them off. Sleeping in his clothes was one thing, but putting his boots on the bed was another. After he did that he checked to make sure he wasn't wearing anything else he needed to take off, which he was. Seems he'd left the umbrella by the front door, but he was still wearing his coat, which he removed as well and set on the dresser. He then simply fell forward onto the bed, letting his body go limp. He sighed, relaxing himself.

For a moment, he almost released his power, but decided to check where Helena was. Seems like she was outside. Good. He focused on the other servants and let his control slip, before allowing his mind to go blank as he tried to sleep. His head still hurt, but it wasn't quite as sharp as it had been before. Kyle shifted into a more comfortable position. Sleeping with his head actually on a pillow, and his feet actually on the bed would probably work better. Not that he felt like actually getting under the covers, that seemed like to much work. He settled in and once again tried to let himself drift off to sleep, hoping vaguely as he felt himself start drifting that the pain wouldn't wake him up.

Helena spent a few hours out in he garden, wondering around and trying to remember what the different names of the flowers was again and such. Then in the end, when she finally couldn't find anything else to do she finally walked back into the house and looked around to see if she could find something to do.

Usually she spend her time in the bed room, keeping mostly to herself and trying not to be a bother to anything or anyone. Se had been chatting a little with the servants and Harold. Still, she was quite determined not to like anyone here, so she had never been too friendly about it.

then it hit her. Kyle was currently in her bedroom (theirs, but it was really hers at the moment,) so that meant that his study was empty. She had kind of wanted to see what was in there and since there was a lot of books there, she might find something she'd like to read. She hurried over there silently, and made sure no one was there as she opened the door and sneaked in there and closed the door behind her. She stopped in her tracks as she stood there and looked around.

The study was very nice. maybe even cozy, if you wanted to use that. She wondered over to the book shelves and looked over the books. She spotted something that looked very interesting, but it was, unfortunately too far out her reach. She got up on her toes, and tried again, but to no avail. She huffed. "Stupid Kyle and your dumb placement of books." She muttered, and looked around to see if there was a foot stool around she could use. She couldn't see anything. She pouted and crossed her arms as she glared at the book. She was very curious about it. She looked over at the door. Maybe Harold would be kind enough to fetch it for her, without telling Kyle. Harold did seem like he liked her more than the other servants.

Kyle shifted, slowly waking up. He could hear the chorus of thoughts from the servants, and Helena, before he shut her's out. He ran his hand though his hair, noticing he seemed to have turned over in his sleep. Kyle stared upward for a moment, simply relaxing when he noticed that Helena's presence was in the study. It was likely she was picking out a book to read, which reminded him of something a bit amusing. Normally, due to his height, he placed the less interesting books, such as dictionaries, encyclopedias, bibliographies and the like, on the lower shelves, while the others where higher up, where he could see them. Now, he had a surprisingly large number of these reference books, so it was likely Helena wouldn't be able to reach any of the ones that would catch her eye.

He chuckled a bit, the image of her hopping up and down trying to reach a book was rather amusing, but he should probably get her some help. He sat up to head down to the study himself, when suddenly the events of the earlier part of the day rushed through his head, turning his face a brilliant tomato red. He buried his face in his hand, suddenly excruciatingly embarrassed. Seeing Helena suddenly didn't seem like the best idea, as the way he'd acted previously was something he'd rather forget. Losing himself like that wasn't something he normally did, and being seen like that was even worse. Honestly, Kyle wasn't sure he'd ever live that down. Maybe sending one of the servants would be a better idea. After a few moments, he decided to send Harold, as from what he had sensed over the last year, Helena had interacted with him the most. Harold was just heading out of the kitchen, toward the stairs, and seemed to have nothing else to important to attend to. Nothing that couldn't wait anyway.

Kyle stood up when Harold approached, opening the door and leaning out. His face was still rather red, but he choose to ignore that fact. "Harold." He said, "Would you mind helping Helena in the study? She probably needs help reaching the books." Harold nodded, not appearing surprised in the least, as he had long ago become used to his master suddenly appearing to request something. "Of course, M'lord." He answered, heading back down the stairs to the study. Kyle leaned back in the room and closed the door. After a moment he sighed a bit, and headed back to the bed. Maybe he'd just lay down for a while, that sounded good. Try and forget about how embarrassing his actions had been. Harold approached the study, knocking once before opening the door. "Would you like some help, M'lady?" He asked, stepping into the study.

Helena yelped as there was a knock and she looked over to see Harold there. "Oh, Harold, I ..." Wait, if he was here ... She was sure she hadn't been seen enter. "Nothing, I need nothing." She said and stormed out. She went out and into the garden again and sat on the bench. It was dark outside now, so she didn't need to worry about the sun.

She hugged her legs and felt annoyed. Kyle had send Harold. She knew that. She had been careful not to get caught, and then Kyle had just sensed her. She hated always being watched like that. This really were a prison. She looked over at the gate, which was closed. She wondered how easily she could run off if she gave it a try. She sighed. Maybe she shouldn't. It could be fun to see how Kyle would react, but if her parents ever found out..

She shivered at the thought. Still, she looked at the window to the study. She had wanted that book, though. She sighed.

Kyle was just laying on the bed, relaxing, when he felt Helena's presence suddenly leave the house after Harold approached her. It took him a moment to realize what he'd done. He cursed at himself, suddenly annoyed. Harold was heading back to the room, so after a few moments of being angry at himself he opened the door to great him. "I did something stupid again, didn't I?" Kyle said. Harold smiled a bit, seeming amused. Harold had actually been looking after Kyle since he was a boy, and as such knew him better than anyone else really did. He was one of the few people Kyle actually opened up to. "I assume M'lord simply forgot that others cannot feel the presence of those around them." He said in response.

Kyle sighed, opening the door all the way and walking back into the room. "It's just really frustrating! It seems like every time I try and do something she gets angry at me." He said, grabbing his hair in his hands and balling them into fists. Harold smiled again. "I could remind M'lord when he attempts to do such things." This was actually something Harold had suggested every time Kyle complained about this, to the point it had almost become ritual. Kyle smiled a bit, lowering his hands from his hair and shaking his head. "Even if you did that I'd end up doing it myself anyway." He sighed again, though still smiling. "Thanks though." He ran his hand through his hair, feeling a bit better after talking it out with Harold. "I'll just have to remember not to do it myself." For a moment, he almost left to talk with Helena and then paused. "Right, that wouldn't be a good idea." He smiled a bit sheepishly. "Almost did it again. I really am a lost cause." Harold chuckled.

Helena was sulking the rest of the day. She hissed at the servants as they approached her, and refused to go back inside. She was hungry, and it had started raining, but she didn't really care. Even as she sat there shivering, she just hugged her legs and bit her lower lip.

She bit hard enough to draw her own blood.it kind of helped a little with the hunger. She would get sick, if he stayed out here. She didn't really care much about it, so she didn't even try to move. After all, she was waiting. She looked up at her room,where Kyle had been. She wanted to drag him out. Kyle always sensed servants at her. Every time she had been in trouble a servant had come. She hadn't noticed it until today. She hadn't known Kyle could sense her all the time.

Kyle waited, hoping Helena would eventually come inside. As the hours passed, and the weather began to turn he couldn't help but worry. He had already gone down to the study, and stopped by the kitchen. In fact, he'd been walking around the house for the past hour or so, trying to distract himself from her unmoving figure. Finally, after pacing up and down in front of the hallway leading to the outside for about half an hour, he noticed it had began raining. Kyle tried to hold himself back from going outside, after all, Helena seemed upset with him for sending people after her, but after more time passed, the the rain fell harder, he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"That's it!" Throwing open the outside door Kyle approached Helena. She was shivering, and huddled up on one of the benches outside. "Are you trying to make yourself sick?!" He asked, almost yelling, as he scooped her small figure up in his arms. "And don't you even try and struggle! You're frozen and we're going inside before you kill yourself." He said, though it was rather obvious from his tone that his attitude was from worry, not anger. "Are you trying to be this stubborn? You get mad when I send someone after you but force me to do it right afterwards!"

He pushed the door open with his foot, and didn't even bother to close it behind him when he entered the house. Heading toward the stairs he passed Harold, who had obviously heard him yelling. "Grab me some extra blankets, and towels. She's wet and cold and we should fix that as soon as possible. I don't know if we have enough in the room." Harold nodded, and headed to the supply closet to retrieve the items as Kyle headed up to the bedroom. He had left the door open when he'd began his wondering so he just pushed in and headed into the bathroom to grab the towels in there. Sitting right on the floor, Helena still in his lap he wrapped her in several of the towels and began to roughly towel off her hair. Kyle sensed Harold heading up the stairs, so he yelled out the door. "In the bathroom! Bring the towels, the blankets can go on the bed."