As the sheets were tugged from his bed, it exposed the man's sleeping form. His robes were draped over the chair off to the left, though his wand was in his hand even while asleep. The man's eyes had snapped awake when she entered the room but he was waiting, waiting to make sure it was someone he could trust before he blasted them into next week... but it was her, and he relaxed his grip a bit.
Sitting up in the bed, Rabastan didn't seem to even recognize the fact that he wore just a pair of red heart covered boxers, and nothing else. Trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, Rabastan Lestrange yawned much like a cat that had been awoke from a long nap, then ran his fingers through his hair, which decided it was just going to stick up all over the place.
He understood the urgency, but at that same point he wanted to roll over and sleep more. His loyalty to the Lord was absolute, but their mission could be postponed another few hours... the man wasn't going to get far, and once they were after him it was only a matter of time. "Come back to bed and we'll leave in a few hours," he muttered.