He glanced back into the bedchamber before following her out, an unbidden image of how she would look stretched out on the bed popping into his mind. One half of his brain, already feeling guilty to his behavior in the library, chastised himself for it. The other half pointed out that he had thought her forever lost to him, and should not take this second (third?) chance for granted.
Sighing at his conflicting thoughts, and aware he would be behaving himself, he followed after her.