This is good, this is very good, because he's not particularly inclined to let her go just now. In fact, he's particularly anti letting-her-go. He wouldn't be able to tell anyone why, other than concluding with her warmth and the fire and the comfort of the mat there's very little reason to move.

And, of course, that not-quite-wrong, not-entirely-right feeling of being off balance hasn't gone away, but it's minor, a footnote in tiny text no one ever reads anyway.

"I don't think,", He muses, drawling lazily, "I want to move for a week. At least."