Right about now, Francine was thanking the island just as hard as she'd been cursing it an hour ago. Because her head wanted to flail and hide under the blankets when she realized the issue, and any other day she would have if they'd even got this far, but other parts were in control, and they were laughing at her. As well they should.

She leaned back, dug for balance with her elbows, drew her legs up a bit and... tried really hard not to kick Merlin in the ribs when she nudged him to back up.