[There it is again, yet why does it ring so strange in her ears when he says it? A question she—once again—barely has time to ask herself before she's being pulled right down into his lap.]
Cidolfus—?
[She sputters, nearly stumbling before she catches herself with her hands on his shoulders.]
no subject
Cidolfus—?
[She sputters, nearly stumbling before she catches herself with her hands on his shoulders.]
What has gotten into you?