By the time the alarm goes off, Swann most likely has managed to throw her limbs over him again, in a way that indicates just how unused to sharing a bed she is. It has been nearly three years since anyone dared to get close enough to her tainted name to actually sleep in the same bed, and her arm and leg seem determined to sprawl, regardless of what's in the way.

The alarm makes her stir, though, rolling back to the wall and curling into a ball before covering her head with the blanket and returning to sleep. It's not late enough to be awake, the noise must have been a mistake, and it's gone now anyway.