Everything runs together in her head, from her first entry into the large but cozy yurt, to being offered a seat at the table, and a meal. It's a blur of questions and responses. It's not that they're speaking English... it's that they seem to have their own code of half-said truths and looks in her direction.
Delphine looks around the yurt, it has a sleeping loft, as well as a bedroom, and bathroom. The rest of the yurt appears to be open concept, with varied furniture and mismatched chairs. A few toys litter the yurt, small signs that a child makes this their home. A large wooden table is flanked by a long bench on each side, and two single chairs at the end. Kira carefully carries platters to the table as Delphine looks on, still dazed.
"We have stew, but I hope you like sweet potatoes." Kira comments cheerfully, sticking a platter covered in roasted orange vegetables in front of Delphine.
Delphine tries not to bite her lip, or fidget on the bench next to Cosima, but the way Sarah has been looking at them makes her feel incredibly uneasy. Cosima begins serving the stew, as if she's completely comfortable here, as if her heart isn't pounding as fiercely as Delphine's. Inside her womb, her child flutters in response. She suppresses the instinct to smooth a hand over her belly, not wanting to draw additional attention to it. Not while Cosima's sister is staring her down.
"Don't worry, I cooked." Cal comments jokingly, as Sarah slaps his arm and shoots him a glare.
"This isn't a time to be funny, Cal." Sarah grits her teeth, "We have real problems now, what if they were followed here?"
"Eat." Cal advises them, "This could take a while."
Sarah rolls her eyes and tugs Cal out of range of their ears, fighting quietly on the far side of the yurt.
"So...when are you going to have your baby?" Kira addresses Delphine from across the table, glancing down at her belly.
Cosima jumps in to answer for her, "Not til the spring, monkey." Kira nods in response, spooning stew into her mouth.
"Auntie Cosima?" Kira plays with her food with her spoon, "When you disappeared we had to move."
"I know, I'm sorry." Cosima regards her niece affectionately, Delphine notes this contentedly.
Kira shakes her head, "I'm not, now I get to live with my mom and my dad."
"They didn't...?" Delphine looks at Sarah and Cal, locked in a quiet argument on the other side of the yurt.
"No." Kira answered simply, "I lived with my mom. Last time I saw my dad, I was three - we came for seven months. Mommy, Uncle Felix, and Auntie Cosima took me here."
Delphine looks quizzically at Cosima, before addressing Kira again, "How old are you now Kira?"
"I'm eight." Kira looks over, "Is this baby going to be my cousin?"
The question remains unanswered as Sarah returns to the table, Kira taking her mother's silent signal to cease her questions immediately. There's so much she doesn't know. About Cosima. About her family. About this...resistance? What were they really? What would be expected of her?
"I don't know you, and I don't trust you... but for now? You can stay here with Cosima, in the guest house." Sarah looks her over.
"Okay, now let's eat. The rest can wait until morning." Cal states decisively.
Sarah sits reluctantly, eyes glaring at her from across the table. Nothing seems to soothe Sarah not the touch of Cal's hand to her arm, not Cosima's smiling laughter or Kira's dinner time antics.
"So what happened after I left?" Cosima addresses Sarah, but is careful to keep one hand possessively on Delphine.
"Well, within three days I took Kira out of there." Sarah pauses to help herself to a liberal portion of sweet potatoes, "And Felix followed us a few days later."
"And?" Cosima gestures towards her sister.
"We had Scott kidnapped." Kira answers between spoonfuls of stew.
"What?" Cosima exclaims, "Why?"
Sarah looks at her daughter in exasperation, "We didn't know what happened to you Cos, we had to do something. So S..."
"S had someone kidnap him," Cosima buries her face in her palm, "But he wouldn't know anything, Sarah... Where is he now?"
"Here." Cal answers directly, "No not here, but in the city. He's getting used to his new life."
"As an unwilling member of the resistance?" Cosima snorts slightly, releasing Delphine's hand.
"Not unwilling, just... involuntary." Cal corrects looking to Sarah.
"Yeah, he's done well. I promise." Sarah nods, "We've taken care of him."
"Anything else?" Cosima prompts, but no one will answer her with Delphine sitting beside her.
The rest of dinner passes quietly, until finally it is time to go.
"Guest house?" Cosima looks to Cal immediately after dinner, "I think we all need sleep before anything else happens here."
"Right. Cal, you take them. Come on monkey, time for your bath," Sarah holds out a hand to Kira to lead her from the room.
"Sarah?" Cosima looks to her sister again, it's eerie how much like...family they seem.
"We'll take you to the city in the morning," Sarah advises, "Your girlfriend can go to the maternity clinic, and you can talk to S."
"I need to get scanned, do they have the resources here?" Cosima eyes Sarah cautiously.
"Shite... you're sick, right. Oh... we'll do that too then." Sarah turns again to Kira, "Bath time let's go. Auntie Cosima needs sleep, and so do we. Hours in the car tomorrow..." Sarah shuffles her daughter back towards the bathroom.
"I'll see you in the morning." Cosima nods, looking nervously from Delphine to her sister.
They're led in the dark to the smaller yurt, it's not so far from the main house but just enough for some privacy. They watch Cal fumble with the keys for a few moments before swinging the door open.
"So the guest house, it's small - but... yeah." Cal gestures towards the smaller yurt, "Own kitchen, own bathroom, loft bed..."
"It'll be great." Cosima nods, gripping Delphine's hand firmly again. What is Cosima trying to communicate? Should she speak? Remain silent?
Delphine merely nods, looking at Cosima. How is this going to work? She wonders as she's guided into the guest house.
"Do you remember how to get the wood stove going?" Cal asks, before beginning the task himself, "Never mind, I'll get it. Go sleep."
Delphine puts her bags down, running fingers nervously through her hair watching Cosima make her way up the stairs.
"Let's get some sleep, okay?" Cosima seems to anticipate her question.
"They hate me." Delphine says. They don't trust her, they probably never will, she muses silently. Why did Cosima bring her here in the first place? Had she known this would happen?
Cosima brushes her off, "No, no they don't. That's just Sarah."
"Are you sure?" Delphine asks as she watches Cosima strip naked next to the bed, not bothering to put any of their bags away. Are they even going to stay here? Can they? Delphine has no idea, her restless mind continues to suggest possible outcomes without consensus. She's tired, too tired to keep going any longer.
"Come here," Cosima holds out her arms, "You need sleep too."
They're both too tired, far too tired. But for the moment, to reaffirm their connection skin to skin, Delphine agrees, stripping down and crawling into Cosima's arms.
"Are we going to stay here?" Delphine whispers in the dark.
"We have to," Cosima mumbles, "We need their resources, and you won't be able to travel again... you know it's true."
She cuddles in closer, gently kissing Cosima's mouth once. She's right, they're stuck. Cosima's health. The child inside her. They can't leave, not easily and not soon. But can they truly afford to stay?