Helena woke up several hours later, just as the sun slipped beyond the horizon. She stayed on the bed for several moments, trying to figure out why everything seemed wrong. The sounds were wrong, the smells were wrong, the room was dark, and it wasn't her pillow under her cheek. She sensed something very large all around her, and a group of somethings scattered throughout the Larger Something.

It was the tip-tap of hooved feet on hardwood that reminded Helena that she was no longer in Temple City or Eagle Rock, but Culver City, in the home of a satyr. She sat up, swinging her legs off the bed. "Jenna? Is that you?" she called out. She carefully used her telepathy to feel what was around her. There was a fuzziness to her immediate vicinity, that was part of the Very Large Thing she noticed moments earlier, like it was alive and aware, but not at all human, and not alive like humans understood it.

"Feeling better, Noodles?" Jenna asked from the doorway. She was fully in her satyr form, her pale horns twisting on either side of her head, her hair pulled back in corn-rows, with glass and metal beads at the ends. "You ready for a tour of the house?" she asked, stepping into the room. She was wearing a red, cropped tank top and gym shorts which had been modified to allow her goat's tail to twitch comfortably.

The bag by the closet had been emptied by the brownies, the household spirits that dwelt within the walls and under the furniture. The bag itself had been folded up and tucked into a drawer in the kitchen, with other shopping bags.

"Yeah, I am," Helena replied. She sat there a few moments, adjusting her mental shields, so she wouldn't pick up neighboring thoughts. She could feel how much closer people were to the house, than there were around the Flight-er base. "This is definitely going to be an adjustment," she murmured.

"Yeah, well," started Jenna, her tone light and friendly. "It's been a while since I had a long-term human housemate, so we'll both be adjusting."

"It's just, I have to be more careful, that I'm not picking up the neighbors' minds. Somebody nearby is pissed that their dog chewed up one of their shoes, and that's what woke me up," Helena explained. "I have to learn to keep people out, even when I'm sleeping. Sorry about crashing on you, like that."

"Hey, Hel-cat, it's okay," Jenna said. "C'mon, let me give you a goat's eye view of the place." She put her hand on Helena's shoulder, then slid that hand down the arm, to help the smaller woman get to her feet.

Immediately, Helena saw what her room actually looked like. It was off-white, with gauzy curtains closer to the windows, and heavier, dark blue drapes held back with hooks on the walls. The bed had a wood frame and headboard, and a patchwork quilt. The dresser was fairly plain, and had an oval mirror over it, on the wall. There were a couple of framed prints on the walls, and a ceiling fan with lights. The closet door was painted the same color as the drapes, and the bedroom door was a pine green.

Jenna took Helena through the house, showing her the bathroom, her own room, the living room and kitchen area, and the den. The den held a variety of musical instruments, and an older stereo system, with some newer components added in. The house was overall very comfortable, a bit shabby-looking, and perfectly fit Jenna's personality. There was a minimum of clutter on the floor for Helena to trip over, and the doorways were fairly wide.

Jenna took Helena to the back yard, now lit with strings of small white lights. "You can always come back here, when you need to escape from Out There," Jenna said, softly. "This area isn't quite in Los Angeles, and it's not quite in the faerie lands, either. But it's safe, and you've been introduced and House has welcomed you. Treat everything well, and you'll be treated well. Some of the denizens may or may not introduce themselves to you, over time, but that's up to them. Just know that nobody that lives here will hurt you with malice. You are my Guest."

Helena turned that last sentence over in her mind a bit, and her expression shifted to one of wonderous realization. "That's, that's part of the rules of, of, ugh, what's it called." She frowned and patted her head with the palm of her left hand, trying to remember the phrasing. "Rules of hospitality! Holy crap, you are fae!"

Jenna started laughing, "You just figured that out?" She laughed harder, and Helena could hear more laughter, quiet but no less hearty, around the garden. She started giggling, too, because she thought it was hilarious that she hadn't clued in, earlier.

"El Fernando told me, but it's one thing to hear it secondhand," admitted Helena, "But when you're dropped in the middle of it? I mean, c'mon! Look at it from my point of view! Three days ago, for me, none of this could have been real! And yet, here we are!" She laughed more, and felt herself relaxing.

After several merry moments of laughter, Helena calmed down enough to take few deep breaths, to pull herself back into control. She turned so that she was facing the house. "I apologize now for any insult I might give out of ignorance. I'm new to this place, and there are enough similarities here with mine that I will take what I know from my world for granted, here. But I thank you with my whole heart for welcoming me to this lovely place."

A few heartbeats after she said that, Helena felt the wind stir through the leaves, teasing at her hair, as if pushing it off her face. She kept her face towards the wind, and smiled. There was almost a hint of laughter on the breeze, and she could feel a consciousness pass beside her and around her.

"Nicely put," murmured Jenna.

"Well, I had to say something, to acknowledge what's going on," Helena replied warmly, towards her friend. "Would-a been rude not to."