Sleep came and went like a tide, rising up and pulling Finn under only to push him back to shore, bleary and disoriented. His sleep had been deep, black and dreamless. It felt like someone was rocking him. And someone was saying something, from far, far away.

There was a long, strange moment between wake and sleep, the savory, smoky smells of freshly cooked food pulling him closer to consciousness while the warm, layered blankets and furs of his bed beckoned him further into sleep. He wanted to snuggle in deeper, the dark and the warm making it hard to remember why he’d even been so tired in the first place. His rumbling stomach, however, proved the tie breaker.

Finn rubbed at his eyes, blinking up at Jake, realizing it was him gently pushing his shoulder. A narrow strip of sunlight cast across his bed. His face felt puffy and his throat scratchy. Sitting up, his feet find the floor and he stretches a little, while everything from the night before finally comes back to him.

“Yeah. Okay.”