Eward watched her slide off the bed and hastily gather her things, mumbling about Miles and her Mother. So prim, so proper was her way of speaking that it hardly matched the sight of her at that moment. Eward gave a silent heave and sat up, grasping the sheets of the bed and pulling them subtly across his lap. Not like him to be modest, but the time of losing all his inhibitions was over and he did not feel very safe while exposed to her.
"Yes. Of course." He replied, glancing at her with the same muted expression. It ws almost embarrasment. Neither wanted to acknowledge what they had done, let alone address it. The sooner she left the better...