Brey shifted, mumbling softly in his sleep before stretching, sitting up. He hadn't been sleeping so well lately. He wondered if he was getting sick. He leaned back against the headboard, rubbing his eyes and glancing around the dark room with a soft sigh. He was fairly cold, considering he'd been sleeping under several covers, but upon a second look, he realized with his tossing and turning, he'd kicked the covers off of him. This brought another sigh out from his lungs.