Ivan frowns, considers this, and decides not to follow it up completely. "Sounds like you guys were a lot closer to modern technology than you should have been. Hell, the Nexus only came up with antigrav in the last two hundred years." Barrayar only experienced it for the past, oh, hundred, but that's not really the point here.

With a quick, smooth movement, Ivan grabs the blankets from her shoulders to wrap around his -- and then pulls her in towards him, making sure that she's covered by the various blankets in a way that leaves her with room to move around, not too tight. "There," he proclaims, proud of his somewhat quick thinking. "You've got your hands free. Just tell me where to go, and I'll worry about making sure they don't slip."

He has not thought about the logistics of how this is going to work, but that's for another time. Like when she actually wants to go somewhere.