He was a bit confused by the one time only comment, but he allowed her to remove herself from his hold and stood up once he was able to do so. "The feeling to come back to my legs," he responded, wryly as the uncomfortable tingle of sleeping limbs moved through his legs. Perhaps he had been up there far longer then he thought he had.
Once he could walk without limping, Harry moved back to her, closing the distance between them again. Kissing her lightly, he apparated them back into the house...or more importantly, back into their room...or Daphne's room ... which ever they wished to call it. It didn't really matter. He was simply glad not to be the only one in the room. Merlin knew he had been close to staying at the Burrow in order to escape the empty house.
He was still a bit confused as to what she meant, but he gave up on trying to figure it out. He was far more interested in being able to touch her. She meant the world to him and he would do his very best to keep her informed of that.