Rogue did a bit of her own tidying while she waited for Steve to return, straightening out the sheets that had gotten more than a little rumpled during their earlier activities, and retrieving a pillow from where it had landed on the floor. She folded back the blankets so they could slip inside easily when they were ready, and then she had another yawn hit her with real strength.

Between the sun and the high levels of emotion, not to mention said activities, she was just worn out. Reaching up to run her hands through her hair, she stopped when she felt what had once been carefully crafted, smooth curls and was now... Well, it felt a bit like a swirling bird's nest. Her jaw dropped as she felt the extent of the damage and then immediately went to work taming the beast. She was in the middle of a particularly troublesome tangle when Steve reappeared, to which she said with just a hint of exasperated accusation, "You didn't tell me I was such a mess!"