His eye flutters awake, weighed down by the night of ceaseless running and fighting. He'd only dozed off for a few minutes, he was sure. The weariness on his face said that much.

"Well, look who's not dead. Still feeling cold?"

He stirs, slowly, from his place beneath his cloak. Figured the sunbeams could finish drying him off when it was so close to morning, unless Raistlin was in the mood to cuddle up to him. He's tired, and wanted to keep napping.