Octavia had come back to herself just enough to wonder how much damage it would do to just get up and leave.

She didn't make the same risk assessment for responding to his loosening grip by slipping out of it entirely - which was what she actually did, returning to her original seat next to him. "Thanks for the massage," she murmured as she settled into a lean against his side. "It was nice."

She hoped it didn't sound (and feel) as stilted to him as it did to her.