Edie is thinking about magic, because what else do you do with your spare time when the good part of a book isn't calling you with its siren song?
Her thoughts are interrupted by a knocking on her door. She gets up to answer it.
She kisses him again and sighs and untangles herself from him.
Here is a good place he thinks. He acts as if it never occurred to him to do otherwise.
No reason whatsoever.
He is presently changed. He should perhaps brush his teeth.
Then he can have less pesky meatbody things like snuggles.
Aww.
Edie sets her alarm for the morning and then contentedly snuggles down for the night.
So she as slowly and carefully of Edie as possible becomes more comfortable.
Edie sleeps until the alarm, grumbling softly as she shuts it off. "Good morning," she says.
Edie notices the change. She blinks, startled when her hand encounters a feature that had not previously been there, and then--doesn't move it. "Is it difficult to find pajamas that fit both ways?"
"No, I just get something very large and roomy. And—I usually sleep naked anyway."