Morvan shifts in his sleep, facing toward you and he slowly opens his eyes as he feels your small taps on his arm that rests above his head against the pillow. He squints his eyes at you, his eyes adjusting to the light.

"Yes, baby?" He says, his voice rasp. His hair is rustled as he tries to pay attention to you, his other hand using his fingers to rub his eyes.

Morvan yawns and listens to anything you have to say as he wakes up fully.