Percy
Percy gets up gingerly and takes a deep breath. I hope the others are OK, she thinks. What a nice dress. She spends a minute craning her neck around trying to see how she looks in it and to make sure it doesn't make her look fat. Eventually satisfied, she walks slowly and carefully around the room, examining the walls (if there are walls) looking for means of egress, attempting to whistle the song that put her to sleep.
OOC: I'd kind of forgotten about Fridly, her white owl familiar. His will save is +6 (+4 base; +2 wis). He probably would have been on her shoulder when the fae cast their sleep. If he's not now with her, she'll try to reach him emphetically, which has a range of 1 mile.