She kissed him back before he pulled away. Her head found its way to his shoulder again and she sighed tiredly. "Ye are still wearing yer overcoat... Gracious." She pulled away and moved to remedy that situation, pushing the fabric down and over his arms if he let her. Assuming he had let her, she would move off the bed and take the coat to hang it up. Then she would straighten up her skirt and blouse, for she had been napping when the nightmare came to her. At least she was dressed decently.