What really stirred Lavender from her sleep was the waft of slightly colder air as the covers shifted when Cormac moved. She made a small noise of protest in the back of her throat, only half-awake as she twisted to follow him.
Her hand came to rest on his chest and she blinked a couple of times before tilting her head back to peer at him in the grey light of the room. "What time is it?" she mumbled, pushing her hair from her eyes.