Christine looked down into the bowl of soup. She'd managed to eat several more bites of the soup, though she was feeling incredibly sick. Come on.... you need to finish it. You need to finish it. You upset Thomas you ungrateful wretch! Christine took more bites, each time feeling like she was going to throw up. It was too much food for her. The noddles were expanding in her stomach. She put a hand to her mouth, trying desperately to keep it down as she finished the bowl of soup. She felt horrible and clutched her stomach as she made her way to her room and collapsed onto her bed, curled up into a ball to stop the stomach cramps and the horrible feeling she had.

Leslie woke up the next morning and had to run to the bathroom. It was freezing, and that was all she could think of until she collapsed to her knees in front of the tolet. Great... she thought dryly, trying her best to hold her hair back.

Thomas stirred awake to sounds next door. He stumbled into the bathroom and frowned before going over to comfort Leslie. "Ah well, to be expected."

Leslie rested her head on her arms, nodding. But she groaned. "Babies are weird! I'm starving!"

Thomas laughed and rubbed her back. "They are weird." he said softly. "But come on. Why don't you stay here just in case and I'll make us some eggs in toast. Sound good?"

Leslie nodded. "Thanks hon," she said softly. She felt already though.

Thomas waltz into the ktichen, after pulling on his pants but no shirt. His tattoos were particulary vibrant in the morning light. He snuck his pipe out and lit it, smoking as he began to ake eegs.

Christine had slept, against her will she had fallen asleep. She woke up the next morning to the smell of food and after having actually eaten and kept something down last night... it... sounded good. No... no you can't... you must punish yourself. She shook her head and got out of bed, though she ached and walked into the kitchen. "Good morning." She said, going over to make herself coffee.

"Morn." Thomas grunted through his teeth, the pipe still in his mouth. He cracked his neck and turned so his back was facing her. The two pairs of wings tattood looked magnificient.

Chrstine made her coffee and poured it into a mug. She turned to look at him. Was he still angry with her? "That tattoo is... it's one of the best I've seen in a long time." She said, remembering those who she'd stayed with for two years.

Thomas glanced over. "Oh yeah, the first one is for the Lady. She's my wings. Second one is Leslie's. She's my other pair of wings. Blessed with two." He grinned and pointed to the feathers cascading down his arm. And on the other arm was a love bird, which tail feathers met the initials C.H.

Christine nodded, admiring them. She enjoyed tattoos. "They're well done and... meaning full. That is what tattoos should be and you are lucky.... to find wings in woman." She smiled.

Thomas nodded. "Yeah. Found wings in a lot of things..." He glanced to the C.H. on his arm before cracking the eggs in the pan.

Christine smiled at that. The freedom that he must have with this ship and everything. She envied that. She saw the C.H. but she didn't know if it was her place to ask about it, though she was curious as she kept looking.

Leslie slipped into the kitchen then, smiling. "Smells great hon," she said. She had her hair tied back, her own tattoo visible on the side of her neck. A delicate love bird. She wrapped her arms around Thomas and gave him a hug.