It is straightforward enough to dry off, add a decent-sized log to the fire and then head towards the bed to join her. She has left one side of the blankets open for him, and he shakes his wings lightly to make certain they are as straight as they can be (they'll need a light preen in the morning, at this rate, especially if she sprawls atop him) before he climbs into bed.

"Now, c'mere and make sure I do not catch a chill," he teases, opening his arm to her so she can settle on his chest.