She had found you. You didn't remember her, but she remembered you. You were the same innocent bunny she found that day at the Proletheans. She had made sure that you were hidden and kept away from prying eyes. That you were safe.

Helena clung to you every chance she got, making sure you were loved and cared for. She would bathe you, cuddle you, even sleep with you. You had no space.

And when you asked her for space, she would merely pause and scoff, insisting that there was no need in her thick Ukrainian accent.

Recently, you had attempted to escape. Not that you had anything against her, you just wanted freedom. And she hated it.

Currently, you were pinned under her on the bed you shared. She was cuddled into you, her head on your chest. "You're going to stay, aren't you zayka?" She hums, her icy glare meeting your soft eyes.