Zephyr didn't have the faintest thought in his mind of getting up. Instead, he nestled slightly deeper into the sheets, a faint smile forming on his face as he felt her fingers brush through his hair. "G'mornin." He mumbled, his words slightly muffled from the fact he was hiding in her hair from the sun. He may like the comforting warmth of her, but he still hated sunlight and heat. Especially sunlight. Why did it always have to be so blinding? He let out a small breath, keeping his eyes closed. "Do we have to get up?" he finally murmured.

Tempe chuckled quietly at his mumble, stretching her legs out slightly. She nodded gently at his question, but made no attempt to move. "Yeah. Soon, at least." She offered softly, taking in a deep breath and then blowing it out as she ran her free hand gently up and down his arm.

Zeph laid limp for a couple seconds before shifting slightly to look at her, his gaze drowsy. "I hope I don't die of sleep deprivation." He mumbled, his eyes drifting shut again as he lowered his head slightly towards her hair, breathing in her scent. His skin tingled slightly as her hand ran down his arm, and he wanted to move, but was just so tired. He pressed a gentle kiss to her head, however, and pushed himself up slightly, his eyes slightly narrowed, even in the dim light. "Still too bright..."

Tempe smiled at his words, stifling a chuckle. "I don't think you will, you dramatic thing." She teased softly, gently inclining her head toward him as he took a breath, shutting her eyes momentarily. She opened them at the gentle kiss set to her head, shifting to get up as he did. She gently withdrew her hands from him, stretching, and then slowly forcing herself to slide out of bed.

"I think it's likely." Zephyr grumbled, closing his eyes for a moment before letting out a small huff of acceptance. He pushed himself up fully, then stood up, stretching his arms above his head. He then, a bit drowsily, walked over to the bag of weapons and glanced through it before deciding not to change at the moment. Instead, he closed it again and started out towards the main room, slowly awakening, his eyes sharpening as he did so. The sunlight was much brighter in the main room, but he slowly got used to it again, yawning. It was around 7 am, so early, but not terribly so. To him, at least. Most people would say 7 is sleeping in.

Tempe rolled her eyes at him playfully, stretching out and standing up. She changed quickly- yoga pants and a tight, longsleeve sweater. She made her way downstairs, tugging gently at the olive green fabric of her shirt as she settled herself right into Zeph's back. Curling her arms around his middle, she nuzzled her nose gently into his spine.

Zephyr had decided that they needed some sort of breakfast, and at the moment he was just trying to brainstorm how to zap it up. He knew eggs lasted forever... usually... and a little shorter than forever... so he had them at the cabin. They were still good, as the last time he had visited had only been a couple months ago. He grabbed a couple eggs and a pan, then mused about how to heat it up. He was all about the cold... not heat. He was deep enough in thought as to where he didn't realize Tempe approaching, and flinched in surprise as she wrapped her arms around his waist. [It's a good thing I didn't accidentally smack her] he thought guiltily, then glanced back, an idea popping up. "Tempe... is it possible for you to zap the pan and heat up the eggs?" He asked with a small grin, swiveling around slightly to kiss her head gently. "That'd be nice if you could." He smiled lightly, though his mind was still worried about the other demigods and the Cyclops and everything else.

Tempe looked up immediately at his flinch, loosening her arms with a sharp twinge of guilt. She hadn't meant to scare him- or even surprise him. She met his gaze as he glanced at her, hoping the apology showed through her eyes. She let him swivel in her arms, smiling as he dipped to press a kiss against her head. She pressed into the feeling slightly, lightly unfurling her arms from around him and hopping up to sit on the counter. "I'm no propane tank, but I can do my best." She teased, holding her fingers out and letting sparking, crackling energy swinging from her fingers to the underside of the pan. Even in such a small, controlled amount, letting the energy course eout of her veins and into the world felt so freeing. It was almost enough to put the task ahead out of her mind.

Almost.

She grabbed the handle of the pan and shuffled it, not wanting to risk Zephyr getting zapped if he touched the pan handle.

"N- stop that. Just because I'm a flinchy mess doesn't mean you have to feel bad." Zephyr huffed quietly, immediately noticing the loosening of her arms and the apologetic gaze. It was 100 percent instinct from all the times he'd been... taken advantage of... so it wasn't her fault in the slightest. "Well of course you aren't a propane tank, you are far too pretty for that." He sniffed with fake disdain, a joking smile playing onto his face. Honestly, however, he felt the strong urge to step back, as even being around a strong heat source made him uneasy. This was why he avoided the fiery parts of the Underworld like rainbows. Rainbows were practically his nemesis. So colorful. Always brought attention to themselves. Made by literal burning sunlight. Eugh. It couldn't get worse. He was more than happy to not have to try and touch the pan, instead more stepping back behind her and watching like a snowman would look at a fire. It only took mere seconds for the eggs to be completely done, and after the pan completely cooled, Zephyr chopped his own up and threw both on separate plates. He preferred his scrambled, but he didn't know about Tempe. "Most important meal of the day is breakfast.. eggs have great protein. Hopefully this'll help energize us for the scouting ahead." He said cheerfully, eating them rather quickly, as he never liked wasting time on such menial tasks.

"I didn't mean to startle you." Tempe grumbled, choosing to ignore his command. She raised her eyebrows for his comment, pretending to be surprised. "You think I'm pretty?" She asked, mocking a coy tone. Even if she joked around with it, she loved the compliment. She took care of the pan for the next few minutes, ceasing the spew of energy from her fingers when they were done. She slid down from the counter as Zephyr divvied them up, moving to start scarfing down her food. She did try to move eat relatively human pace so she wasnt shoveling it down her throat, but... well.