[ really, how could he want to even move from this spot now that he was in it, feeling the gentle cradling of his head by her soft hand. he could very well still be dreaming, lost in unconsciousness by dreaming up the most beautiful face he could possibly be so lucky to imagine and being soothe by her sweet voice.

it's such a desirable state of being that he can't even feel the need to rise up from her, still enchanted to simply keep gazing up at her. especially when she's dressed as she is in that bikini top, clearly another detail dreamt up by his imagination of a perfect woman. ]

Oh, my lady, I'm just fine, I — [ fall? oh, that's right. he blinks up at her, recalling those moments before he'd been knocked out. ] I ... heard a voice. The most enchanting voice singing such a beautiful song of love. I had to follow it. It was — [ he blinks up at her, his fingers finding the strength to wrap lightly around her wrist as his eyes widen slightly. ] Wait, was that your song?