César had cracked the door mostly closed to give Magne more privacy. An hour meant that he had fallen asleep with his head against the wall, he breathes in deeply and stretches as her words wake him up. It's still somewhat early into the evening, but he had felt so at peace that he had simply... dozed off. The lights in Pumpkin Hollow aren't as strong as modern lighting, even if the ones behind his bed are enough to read by.

He opens his eyes and smiles up to her naturally, smile brightening when he sees her peeking in; about an hour had passed, if the water was growing cold. "It's an effective way to limit bath time."

César puts his bookmark in, sets the farmer's almanac into the drawer of the nightstand on top of his other book, and closes it. "You look pretty comfortable. And pretty."