Seamus: *subconsciously grabs Frederica's wrist while leading her somewhere*
Frederica: *Physically recoils* Ew, do not touch me with your dirty hands.
Seamus: Frederica. *baffled* We have TWO whole children together, one second of contact with me is not going to kill you I'm pretty sure...
Frederica: That was when you lived in my house, this is different. I don't know where your hands have been.
Seamus: We live in a camp, your hands have probably been where mine have.
Frederica: I don't trust you. You share a tent with Varka. Cross-contamination.



















