She smelled faintly of alcohol, but from what he'd heard of her, that smell might well have deeply saturated her cells by now. Hopefully she hadn't spilled anything on her shirt, because he'd have to get new sheets and perhaps even a new pillow if so.

Her squinting was met with squinting of his own. It's only with considerable self control that he didn't scold or correct her for idly referring to him as 'Hyuuga'. Apparently even Sannin could do with adjusting their manners. Hangovers were no excuse for being dismissive to the one whose room you occupied the night before.

"As our guest you're invited to breakfast should you arrive on time." He would not be the one to show her there, though. There were servants. She could ask one of those.