The changes surprise him, but he finds them oddly mesmerising. He watches them hazily, still coming down from his high, and runs his fingers down the flowers at her side.

"Beautiful..." It's said with some wonder, as he eyes what could be wings. Breathtaking, honestly...

He soon rests his head back against the pillow proper, staring up at the ceiling. Finally, that heat is receding. He can think clearly again.