Lucy giggled a bit herself, taking his hand to get up, a little unsteady at first. "Thanks," she said, sheepishly, leaning on him as she reached down to tug the sheets off. "Uh... I think there's no salvaging these," she coughed delicately, folding them up into as tiny a square she could manage. "... would you mind?" She'll just let him take care of the burning of the sheets, while she went to get the spare set. Thank goodness Regina always kept the rooms stocked with extra clean sheets.