She groans, letting her head fall back. "You and I both. Sometimes I dream about telling Meredith that Orsino cursed her bloomers pink and watching it all fall to chaos around me."

That gets a chuckle out of her, lifting her head back up to give him a lazy grin. "Careful, now. I may swoon. I doubt you will." Her hands go to her breeches, fingers working the laces and easing the pants down her legs with a faint hiss as the material drags over the wound.