Was Mona ready? She was sort of ready, she considered from where she lay on the bed without yet moving. But also: "I'm dead," she croaked, even more melodramatically than she actually felt.
Realising she was half hidden behind the curtains hung around the bed, she did a half roll with a pouty groan and looked at him. "I hope you've come to put me out of my misery?"
Poor Kit, Mona thought. He's known me less than a month and he's already had to carry me out of two places in distress. At least she wasn't crying today.