"Dolf," Cally repeated, since it hadn't been he who answered, but now she was awake enough to both see -- if blurrily -- who had, and hear herself.

"What?" She would have to know Arthur to pay him royalties on that. Instead, she busied herself with slapping a hand to her own throat. "What's wrong with my voice?"

That, and blinking herself into a better view of the girl in Dolf's bed.

.....The NAKED girl in Dolf's bed! "WHAT?"