[Finally catching her breath and composure, Takane eventually pushes herself up to a tidy sitting position on her knees. Well, tidy as she can possibly be, what with her hair and clothes in disarray after that narrow escapade. At his question, she gives a small, but satisfied smile.]

Merely a few scrapes from getting up here, nothing that we must be concerned about. It pleases me to see that you are unharmed as well, Figment of my Imagination-sama. Though perhaps I should cease to call you that; as strange as it may seem, I am beginning to highly doubt this is a dream.