Feyre had been content in the simple swaying closeness. The mask had not been something between them. It was easy to ignore that they had both died for it's removal, if it was still there. At the same time... at the same time it's disappearance didn't bring the flood of memories on her. She could easily be happy in that moment. She would be happy for his freedom.
His whispered words however, did draw a soft chuckle from her. Glancing over her shoulder at the massive bed. "I see your point. I feel it's call... Perhaps we had better see other places." She to whispered, only because the moment called for it.