"Mnehnefennn."

Yeah, it doesn't make any sense to Plourr, either. She's deadweight. Content deadweight; Aeryn can probably feel the equally lazy grin form against her skin. A good workout, and sex especially, it always does something to her. Calms her some; leaves her unable to keep up the energy that usually keeps her moving, talking, arguing. Leaves her mind less cluttered. Less angry.

But she does move her head back so that it's her nose pressed against Aeryn's neck rather than her mouth. " 'M good."