Calliope doesn't see the approaching calamity of human limbs coming either, what with most of her field of vision being obscured by several blankets. So she finds herself very suddenly and somewhat painfully bowled over out of nowhere, prevented from making any startled sounds by the feeling of having the dream-air knocked out of her lungs upon impact.

She hasn't quite recovered from the shock when she, yet more shockingly, hears the voice of someone on the ground with her, and now he's pulling at the blankets, revealing skinny green legs sticking out from under her yellow nightgown. Oh, no, he's going to see! Feeling the covers slip disastrously, she does squeak in alarm now and bundles up in whatever bit of fabric is left to her, small emerald claws grabbing and tugging the blue blanket tightly around herself against his catastrophic flailing in the opposite direction. "No, don't! Stop, please!" she begs in high-pitched fright.