Part of him is still skidding on ice in the forests near Winterfell. "Hm?" he murmurs quizzically, peeking at her under the blanket. He'd thought at first the lump of unmoving blanket meant she was asleep.

(He's still not quite sure how they got here, and it's a little strange having a woman in his bed he's not actually doing anything more than sleeping next to. But he's come to the conclusion that nothing involving Del is going to make sense to him at first, and probably second or third either--but that if he goes along with it anyway, eventually, in time, it will.)