Alistair startles: all his attention abruptly snaps around to Cullen like a spring uncoiling. It's passed half a second later. With a sigh, he rubs his face, and nods after another beat.

No use offering up a bunch of halfhearted I'm fines after a reaction like that.

Stiffly, he gets up and settles into the proffered side of the bed. "Good morning," he thinks to add, half-mumbled, as he draws one of the furs closer.