"Actually," Glory said, thinking back to the wheelchair in her car, "I think I have an idea that won't embarass either of us. And it's actually a fairly good idea, at least in my head." Getting up, she brushed the sand from her jeans. "You go on and spend time with your family, I think I can sort things out here." She turned to head inside, and stopped. "Before I forget... What's her name?"

"Oooohh. I'm intrigued." Archie looked like he was expecting something quite inappropriate to happen, but he didn't comment on the subject. He blinked, then spun in a circle.

"Eden!"

"Pretty name," Glory said. "Anyways, I need to run to my car real quick, then I should head back inside. It's getting late."

"Okay. I'm gonna head back to Damon. I'll see you later!" Archie turned and rocketed off, back to where he really wanted to be at the moment.

Glory watched him go, and then went to her car to get the wheelchair. Suddenly, she was really, REALLY glad to have it. Closing up her car again, she went inside.

"Sorry about that," she said when she got back to the living room. "Your brother and I had a bit of a chat."

Léan nodded, slowly. He was still curled up tightly, back facing her. "About what...? Was the baby born?" He suddenly twisted his head around a little to face her. There was mild curiosity in his expression. No matter what he'd said, he was happy for his brother...

Glory noded, grinning.

"Yeah," she said. "Her name is Eden."

Léan sighed, looking relieved. "Hopefully, they buck up and take some responsibility...they are both still children at heart. I worry about them." He paused, and then slowly drifted back into being uncomfortable. "Ugh..."

"Second topic," Glory said, setting the wheelchair down. "Since I'm absolutely certain you're not going to move from that spot while I'm in the room, I figure I may as well leave this here for you and disappear back into my room for a while and assume you're practicing moving with the chair. Deal?"

Léan gawked at her, looking like he'd just swallowed something unpleasant, and curled up even tighter. A bright red blush crept its way across his face. It was clear he wasn't planning on moving at all, for anything.

"Your choice," Glory shrugged. "You know how to work the tap in the bath tub." With that, she turned to go back into her room for the night, praying he didn't catch the blush she knew was going across her face.

Léan watched her leave, and did catch the blush. Of course, that led to more of a blush on his face. Instead of taking the logical route, he went with what was most comfortable for him. He didn't move, at all. He stayed where he was, dead still.

Glory sat on her bed and read a book for a little while, trying to drown the thoughts in her head with something else. It didn't work, and she set the book down. It was getting late, and she knew it, so she gave up and got ready for bed. Once she was in her pajamas, she went back into the living room briefly.

"Turning off the lights," she warned him as she flicked the switch. "I'm going to bed."

"Good night."

Léan was well-aware that this was going to be a long night. He didn't want to move, as moving would make it worse, but he was suffering, of course. He closed his eyes, attempting to think of something else. Something less painful.

Glory went to bed, but she didn't fall asleep. She wasn't sure if it was because her mind was still running too fast, or if she just wasn't tired, but either way, she laid awake for a while. She contemplated going out to talk to Léan, but she got the feeling that he didn't want her around for a while.

At this point, Léan was practically hoping that she would come out. He wanted a conversation, or anything at all, to distract him from this waking nightmare he was feeling. He whimpered whenever he moved, and then grumbled for a while afterward.

Finally, Glory couldn't take it anymore and got out of bed. She couldn't sleep, she was too restless. Grabbing her cell phone from her nightstand, she used it as a flashlight and padded out of her room. She didn't feel like turning all the lights back on.

"I guess I'm not the only one who can't sleep," she commented softly as she sat down against the wall in the living room.

"I cannot sleep at all," Léan replied, very relieved to have someone to talk to. "I'd gone so far as to start counting the times I hear one of your fancy car-things pass by outside to pass the time."

"Out here in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night?" Glory asked. "I'd be surprised if you got to ten."

"...Six," Léan huffed. "It was not helpful in the least." He instinctively curled his tail up against him even more, closing his eyes. He was not coping well with this. His unwillingness to move to the bathroom was even worse...moving would make it much, much worse.

"Like I said, I'd be surprised if you got to ten," Glory said. She played with her phone idlly, making the screen light up and go dark alternately. She wasn't quite sure what to talk about.

Léan needed a distraction of some kind. He began to think, deeply, and then made a mistake by shifting again. Thankfully, he realized it before he completely embarrassed himself, so his hand shot up to his mouth to cover any noise. There was still a faint humming in his throat, however.

Glory heard the faint humming and raised an eyebrow, though she figured he couldn't see it in the dark.

"Should I even ask?"

"I-If you'd like to keep us both sane and unembarrassed...probably not, no..." Léan breathed, finally, as he lowered his hand from his mouth. "Stupid human medicine..."

"Then I'm not going to ask," Glory said. "Was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about, just so we're not sitting here in silence?"