Off We Go

"Oh, good grief."

"Is anything the matter, Jim?"

"Oh, good morning, Spock," Jim greeted in a tone much lighter than that worn just previously, as if he hadn't known he was performing his aggrievance-laden stress for a captive audience.

Spock did no more than nod in response. Stepping out to the side of the bed, she stretched her own back muscles once in each direction. She didn't offer to massage out the kinks in the captain's, and he didn't ask.

Only once he'd stood himself and faced the refresher with a groan did she place steadying hands on his shoulders.