He thinks he hears music. He can't understand the words. They're like Michael's words, but not from Michael at all. They're in a different shape, drifting and fading in and out of his few shallow dreams.

Robin's eventually stirred to consciousness again by light stretching across his face, leaking in through his ever-open window. He reaches for that first, fingers stretching and curling ineffectually over his cheek at the source of the warmth. When his sense of place and time start to kick in, he moves to roll over--only to realize, with a shock, that there was someone on top of his other arm.

His immediate terror (an extreme confusion, really) is dulled a second later when he recognizes her hair. Euri, laying next to him--she must have sneaked in sometime during the night, unless the magic of this place is playing a trick on the both of them. Those seem to be the only explanations.

Part of him wants to throw her off. The sudden closeness is uncomfortable and unexpected and (he thought he said she had no reason to be in here) he isn't sure what else to do. But the other part of him, the part winning out, urges him to remain where he is. It's not an... entirely unpleasant surprise. And besides, she's irritable enough when she's awake and rested. He doesn't really want to see what she's like when she's suddenly jolted out of sleep.

So he sinks back down into his pillow, waiting and trying to figure out what to do.