She's a stubborn one, it seems. Still, he's met more than one stubborn lass in his day, and he gives her a somewhat skeptical look, his eyebrows arching up and disappearing into his bangs when she sits down again. It doesn't occur to him that his concern could be interpreted as being something more than just worry, however.

"Aye, well, maybe so, but you'd not be the first person who's fallen asleep in odd places lately. Figured at least maybe you'd not want to get wet again anytime soon."

He pointed up at the dark sky - something that wasn't going unnoticed by the other people in the garden. Or, at least, the ones that weren't spirits. He could see those shapes out of the corner of his eye, hovering at the edge of his consciousness and just waiting for him to go and do...well, something, although he had no idea what that might be.

"Or have yon spirits around here talking about it, although I'll admit I'm not entirely sure what they're talking about when they're talking." A faint frown crosses his features, but then he gives his head a the tiniest of shakes. More than than and he suspects he's going to get dizzy. "Not really seen anything like that before, to tell you the truth. What's your name, anyway?"