Comforting the mate

Alice - I awoke to the chirping of birds on the windowsill. I checked my watch instantly. It was 5 am, still quite early. I turned my head towards the lovely sound, usually, the windows remained closed for security reasons. I wondered who opened it. "Good morning, dear," Lucian's voice called out from across the room. Startled slightly, I turned towards the source of his voice, instinctively pulling the sheets over my body as I caught sight of him. He disengaged himself from the chair near the fire, looking extremely stiff and haggard. He sat down near the bed and smoothed out the bed covers before him. He looked very exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes. "Are you ok?" I asked, concerned. He reached out to rub my foot through the sheets. He wanted comfort; I could sense that. Wolves like to touch each other when they are stressed.  "You look like, hell! What happened?" He ran his hand through his hair, "I didn't get to sleep last night." "Why?" "There were few rogues on the camp