He's very quiet, Molly says, getting to her feet and ambling over to sniff at his legs. When her nose actually goes through him, she jerks back with a startled sneeze. And cold!

"Hang on a moment," Daine says, holding up a hand for silence. "You're too quiet for me to hear, and I can't see you that well even like this." She can make out his features well enough to recognize him, but he's awfully faint, and even if she was good at lip-reading she'd have a hard time of it with him so transparent. Instead, she brushes back her hair and lets her ears grow into the large, thin-skinned ears of a bat. If the dogs can just about hear him with their ears, she ought to be able to hear him clearly as a bat. Swiveling both ears in Jay's direction, she softly instructs, "Try again."