(Ophelia probably has a stacked immune system tbh)
Together, they unloaded the backpack. There were only the basics in there anyway, and they kept the stuff like the toilet paper as well as things used for travel in it. Which was most of it. Lyn had an old photo of her father and herself as a young toddler that she brought out, and Sef took their phones, found an outlet, and plugged them in after having to scoot some toys aside.
When they were mostly done, Sef came up to Lyn. “You should rest,” she demanded.
“You should too,” Lyn automatically responded. This was a common exchange they had between them.
“Honestly? I want to take a shower. Wash off or something at least. When’s the last time we took showers?”
“The last time we saw clean, running water that wasn’t in a river or lake, I guess,” Lyn shrugged. She yawned, and Sef immediately pointed at her widened mouth.
“See! You should rest. We have been walking around since sunrise, you carrying the backpack for most of it, and on top of that, estão com Chico.”
Lyn blinked. “Wait, what?”
Sef sighed. “Should I use euphemisms now that we’re going to be around a child for the foreseeable future or will you have the confidence to not get embarrassed if I just say it?”
Lyn figured it out, and laughed. “Oh, well. That’s true.”
Sitting at the end of the bed, Sef motioned for her to do the same. There was genuine concern in her eyes, and she placed a hand on Lyn’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay? I know we didn’t find any pain meds at the store, but they probably have some here.”
“I’m fine, I promise.” Lyn yawned again, and Sef pulled her close. “I’ll rest, but you have to too at some point.”
“Fair,” Sef chuckled.
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