Larksong Grotto Send in the Clowns

The words exploded out of him, sending Masque’s ears splaying backward. He jerked and they did too, though they settled when it was clear the movement wasn’t targeted at them. Masque swallowed and became a statue, listening to their cousin’s every word.

I’ve been here the entire time, they agreed. I hear you.

Their brow furrowed pensively at this last string of words. There was a lot Masquerade had come here to say, though they’d always tried to listen first. That hadn’t changed.

What do you mean, ‘you should too’?