"What in the he-" Arthur groggily shot awake, sitting before his eyes were open, hands groping at air where usually...Except here. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and scowled. "-Morgana, get out."
Except she'd said something about Merlin and cooking and Lancelot and what the hell was Christmas? Arthur ruffled his hair and reached over for Guinevere to make sure she hadn't fallen off the bed when Morgana had all but pounced on them. It wasn't the first time she had done it to him, but it certainly was a first here.