The first thought she has when she begins to stir is that it feels nice. What 'it' is remains unknown to her, but there's warmth to fight off what might be considered an oncoming cold. She can't get sick. What happens to a Servant if their Master falls ill? Instantly her mind leaps to how Shirou was injured and Saber was seemingly unscathed as a result. Wasn't all of that excluded due to some special exception?

The fogginess doesn't leave her mind as the blanket moves up over her mouth to her nose. If she breathes just a little harder, it'll heat up the area around her face more. Her hair is around her face and heavy enough to leave her wondering if she passed out right after they got home. That's right, she went to help Archer and they walked back here.

At least that's what her sleepy mind is convinced of.

It isn't until she rolls over on her side to look at the man sitting nearby with confusion. Since when was Shirou in this place? More importantly, what the hell is he doing here? He should be back at home studying or something more important than dying his hair.

Oh.

"Archer?" She hasn't even noticed her current condition as her head rolls back flat against the pillow. "Is it morning?"