There was something seriously wrong with this god-like-thingy. Ness stopped her rolling and looked up. "I'm changing clothes, but they are sticky." What was the problem here? She had not set anything on fire or dunk anything in water, she was just trying to wriggle out of her clothing into the dry one.
"And I don't want to get up to take them off." Ness sighed, stopped her wriggling and then got up. Fine, if it would stop him yelling- she could get up, slip off the remaining bits and slip on his shirt.