[Center][B]☆ Helena ☆[/b]
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She hadn’t even registered the temperature of Lyn’s hand. It hadn't felt unnaturally cold, but she'd been distracted by the texture too. Keri on the other hand though hardly felt like she should be moving. Or at least shouldn't be moving if she was human. And it seemed like not a lot of people here were. “I run a little hotter than most anyways,” She shrugged, laughing. “I don't always realize it either. It's the problem with fire. I've singed a lover or two.” She'd done more than that to a few others, but she didn't think they'd like to hear that she'd burnt a man's arm so bad that almost four years later the shape of her hand was still burned into his flesh.

She looked at Annabeth, thinking that her offer to make it for the girl instead of helping her make it had some other motive behind it than just making something good for whoever she wanted to take it too. But she couldn't pin point what exactly that was. “Maybe we can work on something a little easier first,” Helena offered to Lyn. She didn't want to risk causing drama just now. Not when she was finally making friends.

“[i]I[/i] can definitely help with that,” Helena said when Lyn asked for help with the mulberries. “There are some advantages to being small. And already covered in juice.” She pulled out a ribbon and started tying her hair back into a ponytail behind her head. It would help with the mess that it was anyways.