It's the cats leaving, and the sound of them pleading for food in the distance, that truly wakes him. His girls back home have him well trained. He's surprised to stir himself only to find her setting breakfast at his elbow. "...Good lord." He squints at the curtained window, while his brain shakes off the last vestiges of sleep. "Is it late? I didn't mean to sleep in..." He feels more than a little pampered, the way she's always bringing him food and drink.

Still, she may note he takes the opportunity while she's close to get a good look at her face, trying to gauge if she's truly all right after the terrors of the hunt the night before. Making sure she's okay is a priority that comes before breakfast, and he feels sheepish yet again for being the last one up.