Who: Galen and Kaia
When: Mid-morning
Where: Ad Gustum
Kaia was not her usual ray of sunshine-y self. The foul weather had worked its predictable magic on her knee and it
hurt, an old familiar ache that made getting around anywhere, especially stairs, the particular brand of hell that came as a result of totally fucking up an important joint. She'd picked at her breakfast, managing an orange with her aspirin, and had limped her way to the rec room reserved for their private use - no clients allowed. Settling in with a comfy blanket and a mindless comedy, Kaia prepared to spend the whole day not moving. It wouldn't last; Kaia was too naturally active to actually be able to spend all day on the couch, but it was nice to take the weight off her leg for at least a little bit.