As the warm rays of the sun flitted through the opening of your tent and the small birds began to sing their morning song, you began to wake up. The first thing your eyes saw as they fluttered open was the pleasant sight of Zevran's half-awake, half-sleeping face. His normally neat hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places, as he looked at you tiredly.

"Mmm...Ah, good morning my dear Warden." Zevran yawned cutely as he pulled you closer to him in hopes of stealing your body heat. "Just five more minutes...I need my beauty sleep." He mumbled as he buried his face into your chest.