[Okinawa, Japan]
[Umeko's Apartment]

Naomi gives a smile at that (somewhat nervous), but slips into the bathroom anyway. She's pretty sure she could just set up camp in here once she does - heated floors, a top of the line shower, and wow those towels are fluffy and soothing just holding them. The artist strips down, turns the water up to one of the highest settings, and steps in after just a few paranoid checks of the water temperature. Naomi doesn't really think this kind of place is going to have the same wild temperature fluctuations as her ancient, half-dead apartment building, but she'd been scorched or frozen enough times to develop a healthy sense of caution regarding the supposed innocence of any given set of plumbing.

Given that the poor girl is naked, exhausted, and dealing with some rather sudden alterations to her anatomy that she hasn't had any real chance to properly examine until now, the civil thing to do here would to just allow her a shower with the peace and privacy she deserves. Suffice to say, between everything, Umeko can hopefully forgive her girlfriend for basking in the steamy cascade for a substantial period of time. When Naomi emerges from the bathroom again, in all her pajama-clad glory, she looks considerably cleaner (even if her copper hair is still a mess and will probably take a while to get untangled), and considerably less stressed out.

Still exhausted, but otherwise profoundly content with pretty much everything for the moment, Naomi simply crawls up on whichever piece of furniture Umeko is currently occupying. A yawn, leaning against her partner for support and taking a look at the television. A muttered, "Hey, what's on...?". Maybe it's not the most romantic thing in the universe. But it'd always worked for them before. Some things didn't need to change.