now where did that Targ go?

[renara_paris]

*wanders into living area, looking for Toby*

Mama, I can't find Toby... *sniff*

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[linnis_paris]

::pauses in sorting and pokes head out of andrewkim's room at familiar...albeit whiny...young voice, furrowing brow::

Renaea, he can't be far. Did you look in the box of your things we packed to carry in here?

[renara_paris]

I took him out of the box last night, and now I can't find 'im.

[linnis_paris]

::drops stack of linens on bed, moving out into living area::

Well, where have you been since last night with him?

[renara_paris]

*points to bedroom*

[linnis_paris]

Well, he can't be that difficult to find, then.

::turns on heel to head back into bedroom with a sigh, staring around at jumble of half-packed and half-unpacked belongings::

::glances back over to unmade bed, catching sight of something hung between headboard and bulkhead::

::moves over and retrieves, holding the stuffed animal out::

There you go.

[renara_paris]

*clutches him close, sniffing again*

[linnis_paris]

::buries sigh, ruffling fine blonde curls in passing::

Why don't you tuck Toby somewhere safe for a nap and help me put your other toys out?

[renara_paris]

*sneezes, sniffling and rubbing nose with sleeve*

[linnis_paris]

::halts again, turning back::

Oh, Renara. You can't be getting sick again!

[renara_paris]

*speaking nasally* 'm not sick. *sniff*

*crawls onto bed with Toby*

[linnis_paris]

I wouldn't be so certain with my luck.

::shakes head::

We'd better make sure before you become really miserable. I don't have a medkit here, so we need to go to sickbay.

[renara_paris]

Don' wanna. *squeezes Toby, curling up*

[linnis_paris]

Well, you have to. It won't take long, then you can come right back here.

::grasps hand not clutching the stuffed animal, gently tugging child off bed and toward door::

It won't hurt you to get out and about the ship for a few minutes, you know.

[renara_paris]

*follows reluctantly*