Dejah's too enrapt in him to notice until they're past the tipping point, too wrapped up in him to extricate herself in time. She echoes his squawk of surprise and then the air goes out of her as she lands on top of him in a heap. Luckily the sand here is soft, and the next breath she draws is full of bright, happy laughter. Her head rests on his chest with a gentle thunk.

"Is this what they mean by 'swept off my feet'?"