"Not as glad as I am to see you," Harry insisted. There was something different, now that he saw her properly... but he couldn't put his finger on it. Probably just the lack of jeans and jumper.
"You must be freezing," he said, realising.
Shifting almost automatically into dad mode, he steadied her and disentangled himself from the meringue-like construction. "Upstairs, second door on the right," he told her. "Hot shower. I'll find something for you to wear and leave it outside, okay? All my stuff is clean, I swear." He held up a hand as though to illustrate his solemn surety on this point. "And I'll make us something to eat."
Anything more overwhelming, he decided firmly, could wait until she was comfortable, and fed. "You, er... need help getting out of that.. thing?" he asked, eyeing it doubtfully.