Naomi's
on the mend; she's running around almost as usual, now, but she's more prone than usual to abrupt (and very cranky) bouts of tiredness. Wash and Zoe are, unsurprisingly, watching her with the eagle eyes of worried, protective parents who only have one toddler to mind. Simon stopped by yesterday evening, pronounced her nearly well, and vanished again to resume his frantic studying for exams.
River, right now, is stretched out on her stomach on a rafter. Her toes are pointed; her skirt falls in red and white ruffles to either side of the beam. Her chin is resting on one folded arm.
With the other, she's eating a bowl of fresh raspberries.
[Tiny tags from above: Chuck Bartowski, Castiel]