Fitz's first thought was that he was under some sort of attack. His second was Merlin help whoever had let his mother into the house at this ungodly hour.

(Having poured himself into bed just after dawn, any hour was ungodly at this point.)

"Mother," he stated simply as he rubbed sleep from his eyes, moving into a sitting position but careful to ensure his covers kept him covered.

"To what do I owe...this?"