Lyra didn't wanna open her eyes again cuz he was wobbling the bed, so she reached out and wrapped her arms around his warm pillow instead. "Dunno, is tomorrow," she murmured into it. Time didn't matter quite so much as her dry mouth mattered. "Get me water too?" she cracked one eye open and tried to give him her most enticing/pathetic smile, a don't-make-me-move, I'm-too-cute-to-move smile, and then changed her mind and stretched her arm across the bed and offered him the hundred instead. She found it hard to believe it was real money. Who woke up with real money in the bed.
But she looked at him, at the white cascade of fabric like a halo round him, and one of her hands dropping to touch the satiny fabric of the dress around her stomach— definitely not the blue dress she'd been wearing when the night began. "Uhm," she said, frowning at him. "Whass... whatsson your head?"