Febs yelped in surprise as he rolled them over, a tangled mess of limbs and skirts. The ground really wasn't comfortable at all, but she'd been far too preoccupied before to really notice. Of course she was a little extra sore now too.

Readjusting her position, she could only laugh at his evaluation of the situation. Febs tucked herself in beside him draping one arm across his middle and one leg across his as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her skirts were a tousled mess and her hair was likely no better, but if this meant they could prolong their time together for a little bit she didn't altogether mind. "Better, but yes, a bed next time, please." She chuckled, just the thought of it sending a little shiver of anticipation down her spine. A bed and far fewer clothes, much more ideal, though this certainly could have been worse, she supposed. Who knew, though she doubted it, part of her hoped it might be their bed, but she knew that was highly unlikely.

Febs closed her eyes and tried to relax. Just a few more minutes, then she'd muster up the energy to say goodbye.