Iris had tossed and turned all night, anxious at the idea that he may not be comfortable. When she finally wakes up properly, she's groggy, her nightgown is rumpled, and all she wants is her damn coffee. Taking half a moment to rub the sleep out of her eyes and to run a brush through her hair, she heads out of her room finally. She can hear the shower running and is secretly glad he took her up on the offer, not because he stinks but because that shower is amazing.

She tosses a dog biscuit to Alfredo as she goes by, yawning as she starts preparing coffee. It's done quickly and she grabs a seat on the couch, half asleep as she drinks.