Martin would be impressed if he'd known how much Jon was thinking about, considering his own thought processes hadn't yet gone far past beyond "tired" and "hungry." He makes another little noise of complaint when Jon actually gets out of the bed, sliding over to sink into the warm spot he'd left behind in the blankets.

"No," he yawns, hiding his face briefly in the pillow. "You're up. I'm up. We can be awake now." Jon hadn't been wrong- the sleep had made him feel leaps better.