Much can be said for a warm, safe bed versus literally anywhere else in Skyhold, when it comes to Alistair's ability to fall asleep. Especially when coupled with a long night.

Still: even that can't net him more than a couple hours. It's midmorning when Alistair's eyes snap open again; he shuts them, takes a few deep breaths, opens them again.

Cullen's gone. Which -- that's fine. That's fine. More deep breaths, then, with an unwilling groan, Alistair heaves himself out from under the fur.

Someone could've found an ancient elven fortress in the tropics, but noooooo.

Time to bundle up, find some food, and maybe see about those hot springs. And -- then he can finish the letters. Only then.