At some point as she's stroking his feathers, he drifts back off into sleep and naps a while longer in the early morning hours - it is only when she shifts her weight and stretches that he stirs.

And even that is minimal movement, on his part.

Grunting quietly, he burrows his face into a pillow and tugs the blanket over his shoulder and wing, burying himself back into their bed with a sigh. He doesn't want her to move, but he won't stop her.