The answer came in the form of a choked wheeze that looked a lot like an "I'm fine" but indicated something else. Helena lowered herself and grabbed Loki by the arms, helping him to rise. <<Come on, man, don't worry me. >> He leaned his back against the wall while she held him by her arms. << Thank you! >> he murmured in a voice choked on the girl's ear. << You're welcome! >> Helena replied, moving a little further away, but keeping her arms outstretched forward in case the boy in front of her needed to hold on to something, and only at that moment did they look at each other in the face for the first time. << OH CRISTO! >> they both exclaimed quite loudly. What both she and he had found themselves observing was nothing more than the image they saw every day in the mirror, Helena and Loki were the spit copy of each other, to distinguish them were only small differences: the hint of beard on his face, the features just more feminine than her face. For the rest, they were the same: same