"I wish," he told her after a moment, allowing her to rest against him the slightest bit longer. But the more tired he allowed her to become, the harder it would be to return her to bed safely. He realised he'd been running his fingers over her back, so used to being able to touch her without worrying that he'd forgotten. Fortunately, he should have managed to avoid the areas that had looked the worse.
"We need to get you dressed and in bed," he told her. "Can you still move?" Or stand, even, as she was still leaning against him.