If Emilie was the risen dead then Ciaran was definitely the opposite of that. The noise outside of the bedroom door didn't reach him, and neither did Emilie's first words of the morning. He was dead to the world.

However, Emilie moving meant that all of her body heat left with her. Ciaran's head lolled to the side as he pawed at and eventually grabbed the covers, pulling them up to his chest. Job done, his hand fell limp against his side again as his head settled into the cold side of the pillow.

He was missing out on Emilie's internal drama, but maybe that was for the best.