He's in a dark mood and feels like none of that should sound as good as it does. He shakes his head again and scratches his head through his messy hair. If he's going back to bed, there's no need to comb it.

He follows her out of his room-soon to be their room, if he's reading this right, and down to breakfast, Shelob trailing after him. He pauses a second. Wait. If he has to share a room, she'll tell on him for not sleeping!