Well, that certainly happened and Khadgar, when he had time to think about it, probably would take to admitting to himself that it wasn't the worst thing that he put himself through.

However, as the moment so happened, he was curled under a blanket on the cot and well, had been enjoying leeching the heat that seemed to radiate off of his bed partner. Had, as when he reaches out and finds nothing... Well, he comes to his senses a little more. He was alone in the cot, though his sleepy eyes found Greymane crouching in the corner muttering something to himself.

Khadgar's first action was snapping himself awake and immediately thinking the worst.

The world wouldn't end if he took a nap longer than two hours, he remembered Genn saying to him and well, yet by the way Genn was definitely crouching and either planning something in his little corner away... Perhaps he was trying to think of a way to tell the Archmage what was going on.

"Greymane," he spoke, throwing his legs over the sides of the cot wincing as the cool floor touched his bare feet.

By the light, he hated that feeling more than he could remember hating anything.

"Greymane, what has happened?"

He was glad that someone had moved his staff into the shack before they had fallen asleep and he reached out to grab it. Allowing it to help aid him in getting up properly. As soon as he was on his feet he was moving forwards to the corner where Greymane had crouched down to reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.