Good. At least one of them will get some rest. Still, Alistair finds himself hesitating a moment, taking in the sight of Cullen fast asleep, resisting the impulse to draw him close again.

He exhales, almost silently. Right. Four people and a dog will need to eat soon. There's eggs, and bread from the baker's that hasn't gone stale yet, and -- other things. Yes.

He leaves the bedroom door open a crack when he leaves, the better for Cullen to hear Alistair moving around whenever he wakes up. Soon, the quiet noise of things sizzling and bubbling picks up.