After a brief and silent yawn, he replied to her wish of a good night. "See you when I see the sun." A slightly more creative way to effectively say the same thing.
True to his word, he kept his hands to himself and remained on his half of the bed, having no intention to spoil the pleasant tone this trip had taken on so far. And come the early hours of the morning rather than being woken by alarm, she'd wake to the smell of coffee. Apparently her companion had woken before she did and made the courteous decision to order them breakfast and wheeled the cart to her side of the bed. Once he'd poured the contents of the pot of coffee into two cups the room was suddenly overtaken by that familiar aroma of a smooth blend.
Rather than speak or try to wake her with something along the lines of a tap on the shoulder, he just waited near the window sipping from his cup. He had to assume the smell would be enough to slowly stir her awake gradually.
