Jehan blinks an eye open. The kitten is on his chest, purring quietly. "Good morning," he says, picking her up.

He sits up amidst the pillows and blankets, and looks around. He has a vague recollection of seeing this room the night before. Then it was just a blur of red to him, drunk and half-asleep as he was. Now he can see it clearly, in full and elaborate detail, and it is...still a blur of red.

Jehan grins. This is a perfect room for Bahorel. Whom Jehan locates, after some looking about, on the couch off to the side. "And good morning to you as well," he says."