His grip was still vice-like simply because he had not thought to let it go. The blue eyes opened when she said his name, focused this time, and recognition was visible before he shut them again to focus on slowing his breathing down so it didn't make every muscle contract. "Hurt like fucking hell," he said, in a harsh whisper which seemed to be the loudest he could manage. "Borrow... blanket? Damned... cold." He was on his side and curled his knees up, but made some effort to sit up, and once he did so, he realized he was holding onto her, and he immediately forced his fingers to loosen. His eyes opened again and he looked down at her arm. "Sorry."