"I never doubted that they were strong." Perhaps. Maybe. The questions and prompts get a little frown from him. Initially he ignores the cup of tea, but with thoughts soon filling his head, he soon takes it up in his hands. Something familiar to work with. Something comforting.

"We weren't sure you were going to turn us back," he starts up, deflecting further reflection. Delaying it, at least. "Or when you would. It could have been months. We didn't know."

Taking a sip of tea, he continues, "We all ended up at my family manor. Not where I wanted to be. Certainly not where I wanted them to be. It would have been nice to know how needless it all was. Meeting my family might have been more traumatic for them than swapping bodies."