It's a nippy little breeze, too. It's still before noon and spring. The fire's good for keeping warm too.

Not that he's complaining about the cuddling.

"I never went that far, so I'm not quite certain. I know it wasn't safe to sleep out here, then. Things that happened in your dreams happened to you in reality as well. Like if you sliced your hand on a knife, you'd wake up and the cut would still be there."

That wasn't a good morning, no.