Dogmeat wasn't the only warm body in the bed with her, and when Indrani sat up, the skinny but familiar arm that'd been tossed over her stomach slid down to her waist. The movement made the owner of that arm mutter something unintelligible, and then flop over onto his back with a wide yawn. Eyes not open yet, he apparently hadn't woken up enough to realize they weren't in Poseidon anymore.