It takes a few moments for all the separate minds to register what he means, which results in her head very slowly bobbing before properly angling upwards--and then they all gasp, nearly falling as vertigo hits them.

Their form is lost a little, and it's so beautiful, and they chatter to themselves. Sans will catch snatches of words in a few different voices, like blue and up and worked, worked, worked and then they're standing up, a leafy-feathered wing reaching (stretching) as if trying to touch a few whispy clouds above.