“Yes,” Rezo says. “I’m fine, Lioriley.” Everything has gotten smaller- or rather he’s gotten larger- but he’s really just back to his regular size- well. Obviously he still needs a moment to adjust, but confusion aside he’s entirely unhurt.

He realizes he’s still rudely grabbing onto her, so he carefully loosens his grip and shifts his legs so they’re both resting properly on the mattress. Of course, when he feels the material of her skirt and the sheets brushing against the bare skin of his legs, that makes him remember his current state of undress. A deep blush spreads across his entire face.

(Oh Gods, is she looking at him?)

Lioriley isn’t a sheltered ingenue, he reminds himself. She’s hardly likely to faint or go into hysterics about seeing a naked body, especially considering how comfortable she was about swimming nude.

(...He probably shouldn’t think too much about that incident right now.)

Still, he can’t stay like this; it’d be ungentlemanly! And if his roommates showed up, no amount of explaining would make this seem innocent.

“Er,” he says, “Excuse me.”

He’s just very slowly going to turn around and sit up while he tries to remember what Lior did with his clothes.