Ted's sleeping pretty lightly at this point, so he rouses easily, feeling - thank goodness - a lot more rested. There's still a deeper exhaustion that he thinks it's going to take weeks for him to truly recover from, but in relative terms, he feels pretty good.

He looks up at Sherlock, then glances down at Joan for a moment to make sure she's okay, before looking back up at him again.

"Hey," he greets lifting a hand to cover his mouth as he yawns. "What time is it?"