[He returns shortly fully clothed, wearing a pair of slacks with a button up shirt that he always leaves untucked with the sleeves rolled up, top buttons left undone as he walks back into the room to find her face buried in the pillows. He laughs, sitting down on the bed next to her, rubbing her back slowly.]

C'mon, if you need a little help getting up, you can just ask for it.

[Ajax wonders if that will spur her to get up, because he understand how much she dislikes getting help, especially from him of all people.]

Just long enough to get new sheets on the bed. I promise you can lay back down after that.