Shuffling sounds, from the bedroom. Jean comes out just as predicted, absolutely wasted on More Sleep Than Expected in the bleary way people get. They mumble a confused, "Zelda?" before coming around the corner. "Oh! Right, Comrade Ryja, my apologies."

It had been a long night; sex, treating the bite wounds, more sex, and at long last quite vulnerable cuddling, and sleep. Now there's breakfast and...

Oh.

Jean slides up behind the viera and puts a firm hand on her null, gripping her sensitive place. "Thank you for the breakfast," Jean murmurs. "I had meant to cook for you."