[Cade looks down to consider. They may be more frequent than he's noticed, but he at least can gauge the frequency by how many instances in which he's actually lost time.]

I... find it... increasingly often, ser. [He says this with a wince, but his expression changes to a more pensive one when he realizes something.]

...it's when I'm fighting. [He blinks a few times, then looks in Aleron's direction, but past him.] She-... [He curls a hand over his mouth when, all at once, an important piece of the scenario comes back to him. Somehow it manages to be even more offensive- nay, pathetic- than if he had just attacked the elf out of nowhere.]

...she pushed me. [He says this in a mumble, and lowers his face into his hand. Maker have mercy.]