Lotte continued to scratch at Prince's ears, mouth turning down as she did so. "I know some other people heard their fables in France," Lotte said slowly. "I didn't hear my voices - but I heard Christine. Your third voice was yours."
She couldn't imagine the chaos in her mind if she'd been hallucinating - truly hallucinating - when Christine and her had been together. She shook her head, eyes moving to Prince's brown ones. He seemed to understand the problem with that at least. "I take it you don't know yours yet?"