And true to her word, Helena will be a guard. Even when she's done sitting in the water, she isn't leaving just yet - one of the infinite towels will dry her, and she comes to sit nearby. Calm, quiet - listening for anything coming, but also to the boat itself. The quiet, faint rumble of every part that keeps moving, like a heartbeat - the gently rolling breeze, like breath. It's peaceful in a way that true and pure silence can never be. Just enough to focus on, but not so much to be thinking.
She'll wait for it, and it's the easiest thing someone's asked of her here so far.
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She'll wait for it, and it's the easiest thing someone's asked of her here so far.