Early morning in 239/240 [NFB]

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth is muttering in her sleep, obviously distressed.

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[janet_fraiser]

"Liz?" exclaims Janet. She sees Sam and nods at her. "Liz, are you all right?"

[carter_i_am]

"I know. It's such a waste."

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth sighs and rubs her eyes.

[carter_i_am]

"You any better?" Unfortuntately, this isn't something she can fix with baling wire, duct tape and a truckload of Naquadah.

[notcalledlizzie]

"A bit, thanks, hon," she says, managing a weak, unimpressive smile.

[carter_i_am]

"I'm not convinced," Sam said, drily.

[notcalledlizzie]

That manages to produce a slightly more genuine smile from her.

[carter_i_am]

Sam smiles back. "We're gonna be okay. You want some tea?"

[notcalledlizzie]

"Tea would be great," she says, wearily. "Thank you."

[carter_i_am]

Sam gets up to heat some water. As the water heats, she quietly hunts for a mug, measures out the tea leaves, and then commences staring at the teapot as if looking for the mysteries of the universe.

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth pulls her blanket tightly around her shoulders, staring off into the distance.

[carter_i_am]

"Janet? Want a mug?" Sam whispers as she prepares her own mug. "Liz? What do you take in it?"

There's caffeine in tea, but it's not like they're sleeping for the rest of the morning anyway.

[notcalledlizzie]

"Just milk, please."

[carter_i_am]

Sam nods and gets out the milk. When the water is finally hot, she pours the water over the leaves and lets the pot steep.

[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth watches the pot do nothing, trying not to think. About anything.

[carter_i_am]

Sam pours out the tea, pours in the milk, and hands the mug to Liz, making sure she's holding it with both hands. She gets her own mug, adds milk and sugar, then sits behind Liz on the bed, letting her lean back if she wants to, but trying to comfort her with her presence.