He didn't give much thought to waking up next to someone. And why should he, when it was so quickly apparent that there were new things afoot? Things Damian had never seen before, let alone examined.

He'd left the bed behind, Kain in it, almost immediately, and hasn't been back in the three hours since. There are a thousand things to acquaint himself with (those doors are fascinating, what magic is that?), and things only get better when he discovers a little handheld... something. He doesn't have a name to put to it, although it doesn't take him long to figure out how to work it. It's a fount of information, after that. He pours over everything it will show him, and spends a good two of those three hours seated in the sill of the window, scrolling through endless information.

By the time he makes it back to the bed again, he knows quite a bit about this place. Not everything, not by a long shot, but a bit. There's still an unfortunate, gaping lack that's bothering him, although for a moment he pushes it aisde.

"Kain." He's leaned over the bed to shake his shoulder, eyes bright and expectant. "Kain. Haven't you slept enough yet?"