I groan.
"Feels like little people are inside my skull bashing away with hammers...stupid headache."
(( Partial stripping. Like down to her corset/underwear ))
I frown and approach Scott slowly.
...?
I touch his forehead, worried.
- - - Post Merge - - -
I count off a list of options.
".... We could go into the town, go for a swim, or sleep. Whichever you prefer."