squashed in like sardines

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Groaning, Amun rubbed his forehead. Then he reached out a placed both hands on Maea's shoulders. "Maea. Shrine for fluid, infirmary for injuries if we need to, bath. Not necessarily in that order. Then we take a nice, long relaxing break." He paused to let that sink in. "Neither of us are going to make good decisions right now."

Using his grip, he would try to steer her towards the buildings. For a moment, he didn't speak. Then, however, he sighed. "I meant it. Consider the topic dropped until you're ready, okay?" Grimacing, he looked over at her and arched his eyebrow. His eyes searched her features for some sign of what she was feeling besides scared and exhausted.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid