While Aleron slowly woke at some point, he didn't exactly register that he was being held by Jaron right away. He went through his entire little routine of waking up- Which took nearly twenty minutes, especially since he certainly wasn't in any rush to get up, and the fact that what light he knew should've been pouring in through the windows wasn't going through- Making it harder to wake up on his own.<br/><br/>Rubbing at his eyes for a minute, Aleron would then stretch out, almost sprawling before curling up again- Only to sprawl and curl up once more, simply trying to get himself to move. When he was at least mildly awake enough to gaze about the room, the ceiling anyhow, it finally clicked that there was something around him that felt a whole lot like an arm- And her certainly didn't have his own arm around him.<br/><br/>Slowly he looked down to the arm that was around him, making a face at himself before it slowly clicked that it was, in fact, Jaron's arm. "What..?" He muttered groggily, voice slightly husky just as it had been before he'd passed out, eyes barely squinted open as he moved to look towards Jaron.