Chess. Now there was an idea, one that she would think of when they got to Atlantis and she wandered past the place where she'd watched him play. Chess was a piece of home, a connection to her past, and one that she would kick ass at. It would be a good way to pass the time.

She smoothed the water down over his skin, rinsing away the last of the suds before stepping to his side. "I'll give you a massage later," she told him with a small smile, reaching over to run a finger over one of those ridges. "Give special attention to these. I think you could use it after the last few days."