There isn't much grumbling from Kanaya when Karkat nudges her awake, her head rising from either his nest of hair or his shoulder, she's not sure. But the scene is good, and so completely and utterly pale it has her squeezing Karkat just a little closer.

George: Suddenly, a familiar song. And, you’re off your chair in one, exquisite movement… wondering, searching, sniffing the wind like a dapple deer. Has God heard your little prayer? Will Cinderella dance again? And then, suddenly, the crowds part and there he is: sleek, stylish… radiant with charisma. Bizarrely, he’s on the telephone. But then, so are you. And then he comes towards you… the moves of a jungle cat. Although you quite correctly sense that he is… gay… like most devastatingly handsome single men of his age are, you think… what the hell. Life goes on. Maybe there won’t be marriage… maybe there won’t be sex… but, by God, there’ll be dancing.

As wonderful as the scene is, Kanaya begins to fade out once more during the dancing montage, murmuring something indistinct but undeniably pale as she returns to sleep. It's unlikely she'll remember what she said come morning, but it's the thought that counts, right?