"I'm not that much of a klutz," Ron complained, resting his hand on her arm and smiling down towards the foot of the bed, suddenly very reluctant to move at all, lest he dislodge her. "There's plenty to trip over in the forest, anyway. And who, exactly, do you suspect of wanting to push me off a cliff? I haven't stepped on any toes in weeks." Not that that ever lasted very long.