He fluttered into the room and human feet hit the ground. He didn't know how long the window had been open, but by the feel of the room, it had been a while. It explained the blankets, at least, even if it didn't go very far in explaining why she was on the floor.
Gar shut the window and turned around to look at Sophie. Then he quickly looked down. It was hard to tell when Gar was blushing, but his skin was a darker shade of green than usual. It was cold in here, and Sophie, like most girls, didn't wear a very thick shirt to sleep in. One had had a definite effect on the other. "So how are you doing?"