He shifts, just a bit, just to curl a little more around her. Sure he said (and meant, means still) that if she's uncomfortable in this form, she should go back to being an owl... but he could rapidly get used to her being here, warm in his bed, making the stark impersonal place feel a bit more like home.

He's fairly sure the feathers wouldn't be quite so cuddly.

This may be the first time a Grand Enchantress has been thought of as cuddly.

Of course it took a Georgia boy to think it.