She knows that this weak attempt at humour is his way of trying to regain his footing, trying to not let himself be swept away by the enormity of what had happened. The mask was, of course, useless before her... she had always known his truth and she always would, but she would let him keep his coping mechanisms this time.

"...I would hate to think of your bed as messy, Abel, truly it is a godsend I am here."

Smiling against pale skin, she allowed him to draw her closer and leaned her bodyweight against his to nudge him back down to the pillows once more. The time would come soon when they had to leave their room and face the friends they had left behind - see their grief at having lost them, perhaps feel their own for friends no longer here, and deal with explanations and reunions.

But for now, that could wait. They could take their time here, healing one another, until they were strong enough to face the world.