She arches one pale eyebrow at him. Did he think her repeated attempts to make him take the bed was just because she wanted to exercise her jaw?

"I just love your bedroll so much," she quips, dry. "I couldn't bear the thought of not sleeping on it again tonight."

Satisfied she's made her point, she steps back to sit cross-legged in the center of said bedroll and starts to finger-comb through her hair.