[ the pile doesn't so much as twitch at the prodding (he has slept through way more than that before), but the sit gets a faint, muffled whoof followed by puzzled silence as Cale tries to groggily figure out what woke him up. ]

Elle...?

[ and then, abruptly more awake and significantly more delighted sounding— ]

—Elle.

[ which is all the warning she gets before the blanketpile is trying to glom onto her like the world's softest bear trap. ruh roh. ]