Robert Callen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} r_callen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality, |
Savannah was enjoying the day. The game was fun to watch, especially since she knew that the scoring was bogus and she really didn't have to pay attention. The barbecue was not anything spectacular, but at least it gave people time to talk. It was everything she would have loved, except that her body was killing her. Her lower back felt like someone, possibly Sam, was using it as a punching bag. It was probably from sitting all morning, but she decided to be cautious.
"Robert, do you think you can teleport me home?" she asked after pulling him to the side.
Robert frowned. "Are you okay?"
Savannah nodded. "Yes, just tired. I need to lay down. You'll need someone for Liam."
"Don't worry about it. I'll ask Jenna if she can keep an eye on him. Don't worry about it, really," he answered.
"Okay, but just... don't say anything. I'm just tired. No sense in worrying anyone."
"All right. Let me just tell Jenna." He didn't have to go far to ask Jenna to keep an eye on him, and then teleported Savannah home. When she returned, he went straight to G. "Savannah asked me to take her home and stressed not to tell anyone, which makes me worry more than her being tired. Keep an eye on her," he said.