"Oh boy, you are so lucky I'm not malicious to those I love," Sara snickers to herself, setting the bags of clothing (jeans, undergarments, socks, shirts) to one side. A smaller bag of toiletries gets taken into the bathroom before she comes back.

It's a little bit of work for her to tug the blanket out from under him and cover him back up, but she manages.

A few minutes later, she joins him under the covers, and sighs.

Home.