As soon as Illario's back. A warm body that feels and smells right. Jim abandons the blanket bundle to snake those archer's arm's around Illario's chest instead. He buries his face into the Antivan's shoulder. Mumbles something nonsensical and very nearly just drifts right back off, but the murmur has him sitting up again, bleary eyed and squinting against the light.

"..'m Up..." Wait. Jim jolts upright. "You??? Made coffee? You're alright!"