It was less the lack of clothing and more the appearance of fingers and toes. She snaps her head to his voice, and startled; she would have notoced his approach much sooner if she'd had her rabbity hearing.

She's relieved when she sees who it is, however, and crouches in the grass to fet closer to him and to the view of the world she's more familiar with.

"Hrair! It's me, Hyzenthlay! I don't knowbwhat happened, I was sleeping in my borrow one mokemt, and waking like this the next!"