"Oh. That makes more sense." It made more sense than the ceiling being lowered, at any rate, but it made less sense in that everything in the room had always been re-set when they'd gone to sleep before, at least he felt like it had, it had always felt like every time he woke up they were right back at square one, or nearly so.

The change was discomforting simply by dint of it being a change, and while he knew it shouldn't be that much of a concern, it still felt like one.

His brow furrowed, reaching up to brush an irritation away from his lip and nose, nose wrinkling further when he realized it was a smear of dried blood, muttering only a quiet: "Gross." When he did.