Del obliged and rolled over on her stomach, lifting herself up to stick a pillow under her. Doing as instructed, she breathed in then out, then she felt her upper back release with a pop. She sighed contentedly, immediately feeling better. "Probably. Wasn't wearing a bra for whatever there was of the gala, and then for that week the thorns were in us, I really doubt we wore any clothes whatsoever, so no support at all." She theorized, rolling over again as she caught the towel he threw her way. Promptly Del began to clean herself up. "You made a real mess of me last night, love."<br/><br/>"Are you thinking about a trip to Pete's mine then?" She asked, sitting up once she'd wiped herself off. She reached for her clothes and began to get dressed. "Or did you have something else in mind?"