Goldy's breathing is fast and she looks shaken. She's still dealing with being struck, with being wrenched awake so immediately, and with the state of her lover. It's a little overwhelming.

A trembling hand still covers the throbbing part of her face, the other is hugged defensively around her pink-shirted midriff. Near-frantic eyes stare at her lover, wanting to respond to the plea, desperately seeking an explanation.

"Y-yes...?"