Susan lets out a low sound that might be embarrassingly close to a giggle, unwinding her legs from around him, leaning on him a little for support as she finds her feet again. She feels shaky, light, and she doesn't quite trust herself to stand on her own.

Turning her face up, she answers his kiss with one of her own, pressed lightly to the corner of his mouth. "Thankee," she murmurs, and smiles. "Guess I needed that."