The rest of the night passes quietly enough, with Zach simply lying there and enjoying the comfort of another warm body beside him. It might not be [i]quite[/i] the comfort he usually aims for, but at least tonight hadn't been a complete disaster. This continued 'little one' business is starting to be a quite insistent thorn in his side, though, so it might be high time he focuses his efforts on removing that particular obstacle. The wounded bird routine might have given him his in, but now it is clearly impeding further progress.

In spite of his brooding, it is simple enough to keep his body loose and relax and when the priest finally awakens, Zach makes a convincing display of yawning and slowly blinking awake. He pointedly ignored the tucking in, turning over sleepily until the door closes again. When Kiel is out of sight, all traces of sleep are gone as he sits and stretches for a bit before getting out of bed. There is no real point is staying in here for much longer, so he exits the room not long after the priest, with another yawn and stretch for effect.

"I slept really good actually," he answers, injecting an air of surprise into the answer. "I didn't even have a single, er, dream," he went on, with a small pause intended to make it clear he isn't talking about the good kind. He's not quite sure if he'll be able to talk his way into the priest's bed any time soon again, but it never hurts to lay some ground work. 

"How was your night?" he asks. He lets the priest get comfortable with his morning rituals as he finishes setting the table, frying up some eggs to go with the food Kiel had already put out. He scoops some onto the priest's plate when he sits down, before joining him at the table as well.

"Same old, same old," he quips with none of the usual grogginess he normally displays in the mornings. "Actually, the weather's looking up so I thought I might take Sarah out around the gardens? Ah, there she is now." He waves a daunty little wave at the small face peeking out of the second bedroom, hair sticking up from one side and completely flattened on the other. 

"Morning sleepyhead. You up for some breakfast?"