"It's your room," Lorcan said. So far as he was concerned, this piece of Min wasn't his at all -- he'd given it to Corrie, and it was only Corrie's generosity that let him be there. He'd been assuming all evening that she'd be generous and let him stay, but that was because he didn't want to go up and sleep in the bed with the hole in the middle, or any of the other beds, which were probably worse.
But the whole thing abruptly struck him as funny, all the dancing around each other when they both knew very well that it was only sensible for them both to stay in this room tonight. "Or I could leave, if that would make you more comfortable," he said, as seriously as he could. He started laughing, and shaking his head. "Or you could have me sleep in the fireplace if you wanted, or we could dig a hole and fill it with pillows and put a trapdoor on top that squeaks when it opens. Or we could both leave, and see if that makes Min more comfortable."
The laughter faded as he remembered what the healer had said. "But you can't leave, you're not supposed to move."
He hesitated, then said simply, "Please stay." He tried for a grin to recapture his mirth, though he was only partially successful. "If you don't, I'll leave too and then Min will be lonely. And since we don't want that-- I'll make another room."