Joly smiles, and reaches out to touch Nossuet's cheek- it's all right, go back to sleep. Whatever's making him uneasy isn't anything he needs to go waking up the house for--

oh, wait, the cats are already awake and climbing on the bed. Of course. Humans are moving, why shouldn't they? It's hard to feel existential unease in the face of mewing catchildren all trying to climb up his arms. Joly uselessly tells them to shhh and tries to push back the blankets without knocking morning-flaily cats over on Legle.