“Mmnhff… morning,” Jill murmurs, still half-buried in the sheets.

Her eyes flutter open at the faint, soft nudge against her arm. You’re sitting at her side of the bed, quiet and patient, tail resting lightly against the mattress. Ears tilted ever so slightly, watching her.

She blinks a few times, taking in the small, hopeful look in your eyes. There’s no weight pressing down onto her chest, no frantic insistence that irritates her to no need—just your presence, quiet and expectant, waiting for her to fully wake. Her lips twitch into a soft, amused smile despite the haze of sleep.

“God… can’t you wait a little longer?” she says lowly, voice rough but warm. She shifts, stretching her arms over her head, finally fully alert enough to appreciate you sitting there.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes wide and encouraging, and let out the softest little sound. Your version of saying, “Come on… it’s time.” And Jill can’t help but reach out, brushing a hand over your fur or feathers, a quiet acknowledgment of your gentle persistence.

“…Okay, okay,” she sighs, finally sitting up, hair mussed and glasses sliding down her nose from the night before. Too careless to take them off her face. “Guess it’s time to wake Claire too… you ready for that, huh?”

You give the tiniest, hopeful twitch, tail flicking lightly, and Jill chuckles throat-ily.

“Yeah… I figured as much.”