Don't sweat it, dude! It isn't as if the Fairest is aware of what's happened, after all. Still as death, the escort sleeps, blissfully unaware of the weight which has (more or less!) settled upon him. There is, perhaps, the slightest change in his breathing (the impact of the fall had been jostling!), though the escort remains woefully unresponsive still. Or rather, he remains woefully unresponsive until a hint of a smile plays upon his lips, starting as no more than a gentle curve, but deepening by increments and degrees as the seconds pass before blossoming into a full-fledged grin. The expression isn't for the tiger, of course, but who its intended so happens to be is anyone's guess.

One thing is certain: no answers will come if the Fairest remains asleep, now will they?