Albel squinted, cocking his head as he listened hard. There were definitely words in there that he shouldn't know, and yet he could almost understand them. But it was like listening to them through a bad connection. Like it was cutting in and out.
"Bedroom," he said. "Don't know what."
He glanced down at the patch then reached out, trying to scrape the adhesive patch off of his fingers onto the back of Lavi's hand.