"Fine," Bela murmured, leaning against him. "Bit thrown." Understandably. When one's son appeared twenty years ahead of his timeline, it was strange, to be sure. Still, she couldn't help but be happy. At least until a wave of dizziness passed through her. "Let me sit down." She made a mental note to talk to Missouri or at least Lulu to see how to combat this irritating weakness.