All gravity ceases and he's suddenly enclosed, vibrating with panic and knocking himself against her hands, callused from work but gentle around him. Even her soothing voice only makes the urge to leap stronger, and he bashes accidentally into a finger before shrinking into a nugget of himself on her palm, staring up with round golden eyes.

Kate! he says, desperate, throat inflating.

Or, tries.

"Ribbit."




The frustration alone nearly sends him sailing towards the floor in a disgusted hop.