[He's a light sleeper out of necessity, normally, but training -- and his training fellows, mostly his training fellows honestly -- has taken a lot out of him and waking up in an unfamiliar space is always disorienting. It's not particularly helpful when your own hut and anybody's hut are equally unfamiliar at this point.

It's been a while since Lenka has lived or slept at close quarters with others, but he certainly grew up sharing a communal space -- whether public or private, there was always someone all up in your business. So it doesn't immediately register to his sleep-addled brain that suddenly becoming a pillow is a cause for alarm.

It speaks, it's warm, it's not a boar or anything else, he's good.

Probably...?]

... Scooted. [it's a mumble, the cots are tiny and he's already plastered to the wall here]