Regardless of what the room is doing, Belle is quite cozy.
Belle didn't bring a book; she still doesn't want to stick her hands out into the air the way she'd have to in order to hold one. She closes her eyes.
With her curled up on top of him like this, the vibrations of his purring permeate both of them. It's an oddly soothing effect.
Zzzz.
Belle talks in her sleep. "Fruit. Sky. Winter."
"Weird," she mutters. And she breathes in air and breathes it out as visible fog. "Well. It's still frigid in here but at least you're warm." She snuggles up comfortably.
"You're liable to send me right back to sleep," she yawns. "You sure purr a lot."
"...That's a common saying, yes, do you just mean it's been a long time since you got to hug anybody and now it's a big deal?"
She naps for about an hour. During that time, the air starts to warm, and she unconsciously wriggles, trying to divest herself of her blanket.
That lets her get the blanket off, but then apparently she's too cold; still asleep, she wraps her now-free arms around him and settles in closer.