He comes to himself with his heart still in his throat and fear in his mind, startled thanks to the shake, and for a few seconds he doesn't know where he is or even when. Anders stares at her, wide-eyed, for that time before blinking and realizing who it is in front of him. Adelaide. Right. He's in the healing tents, warm (too warm,) and he's slept for two hours. It doesn't feel it. It never does, when he runs down those hills again because he never makes it.

"Mm." He sits up, still a little out of it, and Purrelden slips down his chest into the crook of his arm, something she very much does not approve of if the tiny claws in his arm and the glare of her eyes are anything to go by.

Taking a breath, he shakes his head. "Sorry, cobwebs. Took a moment to wake up. Ready for your nap?" In a way, he's a little surprised she woke him. He'd half-expected her to 'forget' and let him wake up naturally, and for one of the first times, Justice seems to approve of her a little.

'She will waste our time with sleep, but not too much of it. It is... acceptable.' Anders doesn't bother commenting on how a little sleep isn't exactly a waste, he's still trying to mentally brush off the remnants of the dream as he gets up and offers the cot to her.