Her hand fell away from his face. And she bit her lower lip, the way she always did when she was feeling uncomfortable or uncertain.

"That..."

Derangement wasn't the worst part of being Malkavian. It was the second worst. The worst was always moments like this, when she had to explain it to someone who didn't know, who didn't understand. Her clan inhabited such a tenuous and uncertain place within Cainite society. And bringing it to the attention of an outsider...

Well. She never knew where she would stand, afterwards.

"I...was unwell. You lose control in one way. I lose it in another."