"Good." She passed him a cheeky grin, pretty pleased with herself, despite the circumstances. Febby was not overly concerned about her state of dress, or her hair for that matter as she watched him carefully. The last thing she needed now was for him to pass out, though at least they were already on the floor.

"You wouldn't have come otherwise." Febby shrugged as she pulled her  knees up to her chest, careful to arrange her housecoat as modestly as she could. Letting out a long, slow yawn into her skirts, she followed it up with, "You're a stubborn mule when you want to be, but you needed to come." She may not have been right about some things in the past, but this time she was right to bring him in, even if it was nothing.