[Anders instinctively tries to shift closer as Hawke settles in next to him, but he's somewhat hindered by the heavy weight on his chest. He lets out a soft grumble in his sleep, confused more than annoyed, and far from awake enough to care. Then he settles back down, face turned towards Hawke now but otherwise in exactly the same position, thanks to Pearl.
It's half an hour more before he actually starts to stir. He blinks a few times, then squints at the room, at Pearl, at Hawke. Not used to sleeping so early in the day, he isn't sure where he is, or what's going on at all, but he's warm and he's comfortable and he'll figure it out. Maybe.
He doesn't seem to be in the Deep Roads, at least.]
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It's half an hour more before he actually starts to stir. He blinks a few times, then squints at the room, at Pearl, at Hawke. Not used to sleeping so early in the day, he isn't sure where he is, or what's going on at all, but he's warm and he's comfortable and he'll figure it out. Maybe.
He doesn't seem to be in the Deep Roads, at least.]
Hello, love.
[He yawns. Waking up is hard.]