Sleep was a difficult thing. Twice Iestyn had awoken with visions of the dungeon basement, of Lucifer with his flaming eyes doing unspeakable things to him, and Henry chained in the corner so Iestyn would know there was a witness to his shame. By the time morning came, he wasn't feeling very well rested. He woke when Henry did, alert to the slightest of movements in his heightened state. Plus, they hadn't closed the curtains properly and that sunbeam was very annoying now he was aware of it.
He lay still for a while though, just finding comfort in the closeness and warmth in the early morning, until Henry's stomach growled particularly thunderously and he commented, "storm's a-comin'."