Decon-showers
Freyja grabbed the bottle of disinfecting soap. She really didn't care for the smell but she needed to scrub her self, if she didn't and Eli got re-infected from her she would never forgive herself. The bottle was fairly slick and she lost her grip on it. It dropped with it's trajectory ending at Eli's foot.
Eli felt something brush against his foot as he rinsed out the acrid shampoo from his hair. Out of reflex, he opened his eyes and looked down at his foot. He stared intently at it for several seconds before opening his mouth.
"Er..." he started and finished. He kicked the bottle weakly back in the opposite direction and laughed nervously before turning back around to face the wall.
"Sorry, i didn't mean to drop that." She blushed and went over and picked it up, and poured a bit of it without any more issues. she started scrubbing down, when she realized how nervous Eli was acting, "Why are you nerviness, you worried about being infected too?"
Well, that's part of it. Eli thought. He opened his eyes and shook his head, wincing a bit at the amount of soap in his eyes. "Gah! This stuff is awful!" He heard the question, but he didn't have a good answer, at least not one he would give easily.
"It is, isn't it" she smiled a bit as she worked the soap into her hair. "I'm just thinking about the nice smelling soap I have for my normal showers. if you like, when this is all said and done I'll lend it to you." As she started scrubbing it into her skin she noticed it stinging a little. It truly felt like it was going to kill everything.
"Maybe. Good soap is, uh... good." Eli was painfully aware of the irony of him being the nervous one here, he felt his ability to form words and responses slipping through his fingers faster than the water from the decontamination shower. He stretched his wings out as far as the nine foot wingspan would go and began the process of washing his wings with gritted teeth, it was about as unpleasant as he feared. He quickly realized a problem. "Oh by the glory of Elysia Novus..." he muttered in Seraphim and sighed.
As Eli unfurled his wing, while he was facing away from her, he pinned her against a wall. She didn't want to hurt him by moving them, so she froze in place. "Uh...." she didn't quite know what to say, she still didn't know why he was still so nervous. "uhh can.. can you.. uhh. move your w..wings?"
Eli shrank quickly, the embarrassment in his voice clear. "Oh! Ah..sorry. The wings, they're ah..hard to wash, especially in such a small space and uh..." he stumbled forward a bit.
"Do..Do you want a hand washing them?"
"I- uh..." He was actually just thinking that he would need help, especially if he wanted to be sure he was properly disinfected but he hadn't been able to think of a good way to ask her. Oh creator, can this get any more awkward? "That may prove efficacious for the current task, yes." he stumbled awkwardly and with absurd formality. In any other circumstance, it would have been galling to ask for assistance in such a personal matter, but with all of the rest of the situation, Eli was considering that dying from an unknown disease might not be the worst possible fate.
She glooped a bit more soap in to her hand, and started scrubbing it gently into his feathers. She was trying to be a careful as possible not to pull or damage the feathers. Freyja wasn't quite sure why but she felt a tightness in her tummy. "umm I'm not hurting you am I?"
Eli squirmed a little bit. Somewhat surprisingly, she managed to avoid tickling him, but it was quite an awkwardly intimate touch. "No. You're fine!" he said tersely with an obviously forced relaxed sounding tone. His mind raced for something to talk about to take his mind off this entire situation. He tried to focus on the unpleasant prickling sensation and his stinging eyes.
Freyja smiled, She was happy that she wasn't hurting him, though he was starting to look funny he had bubble wings. she started giggling a little. "You're starting to look like a bubble fairy."
"A bubbl- what?" he laughed a little, grateful for the distraction, even if it was trading one embarrassment for a lesser one. "Surely you mean I'm the spitting image of the Arch-Angel of Bubbly Vengeance Freyja-Hei." he said with a haughty air. "I have descended from on high to judge you for your unclean ways!" it felt good to laugh a little during the tense situation with Kata' and possible infection.
freyja giggled some more before taking some of the bubbles and making a halo for the Bubbly winged one. "Here you are then oh great bubbly one: a halo."
"Ack! Hey!" Eli complained as the bubbles melted over his face. He laughed a little and then shifted back into his tone of fake gravitas. "You dare tempt my wrath mortal?" He started turning around to dump water on her in revenge before he froze awkwardly mid-turn and inched back to his original facing He let the water in his hands splash on the floor and he coughed awkwardly. "Erm. Carry on."
Freiyja watched is very awkward display. Smiling most miscvily grin she ever ever displayed she reached up and retrieved the shower wand. flicking it over to the strong jets she started spraying him down, "Why are you so Awkward, Mr Bubbly?" She started giggling again as she hosed him.
"How are you not? Ack!" Eli flapped in reflex at the sudden jet of water, sending a significant amount of water across the shower. Almost any appearance of regality or stoicness that was present at the beginning of the day had been thoroughly ground down by this point.
"Why should I be?" She blinked a fewe times in confusion as she lowered the shower wand. "Are you really concerned over the possibility of an infection?" Freyja's head tipped to the the side.
"Erm. Well. A little, but ah... how do I put this?" Eli brushed some soap off his brow. "It's..ah, well, I'm not used to..uh..showering with others, particularly uh, members of the...ah.. opposite sex." he stumbled out. He suddenly busied himself with rinsing off non-existing soap on his body.
"Why would that matter we both needed to shower and get clean..." she paused for a moment as thoughts slammed forward in her head. "are you embarrassed that I'm nude? you shouldn't be.." The tightness in her tummy struck again. Frejya's eyes went wide as she grab her middle. "Maybe I need to sit down for a minute."
Eli's embarrassment gave way to grave concern. "Are you alright?" He shut off the water in front of him, but didn't turn around just yet.
"My stomach feels funny." She put one hand on the wall as she rinsed the last of the soap off of her."I really don't know why." Once the last of the soap washed off she stepped out of the stall and grab a towel. the tightness ebbed slightly but didn't fade.
Eli followed suit and grabbed a towel as well. It seemed incredibly unlikely to him that something would get past the heavily engineered metabolism of the Nekovalkyria body, but he was still concerned. He put a hand on Freyja's shoulder. "Alright, guess fun shower time is over. We should head back to the medical bay and get looked at." In the back of his head, he noticed something. Her bare shoulder felt oddly pleasant. Not what he expected. He coughed nervously, and smiled.
She let Eli lead her back into the med bay. Stopping as she saw the scrubs laying on a counter before she walked out, so she grabbed a pair for herself and put them on before tossing a pair to Eli. once she was dressed she saw Kata' passed out on the table with Sakura standing over her. "Is everything going to be ok with her?" as the worry for her new friend washed back over her, Freyja's stomach started tightening again. She nearly doubled over.
Eli looked between Sakura and Freyja worriedly as he finished up tying his scrubs in a sloppy knot. He still doubted this was the result of any illness that Kata' might have brought onboard, but it was still worrisome. Perhaps some kind of a stress reaction? He wasn't sure what to say or do, so he just simply said, "Reporting for examination, ma'am."