A hand rested upon his neck, rubbing away the rest’s cricks while his eyes finished readjusting to normal light. …torchlight, at least. There was no normal light down here. He reached for the cup she set down and brought it up to his lips for a deep drought - gulping the contents down in a swift+

+instant. Relieved breath blew forth, the warm drink helping to ease the usual awakening slog. “ Good Morning…thank you. “