Her first impulse is to demand he answer her, a raw and furious scream to know where her son is, and what this thing is doing in his body.

But this isn't home. There... there are other worlds. There could even be their world, again. Siffleur twice over but- but this isn't her Siffleur. It's his shape, so familiar to her, unmistakable even with only one eye.

She pulls her hands away again, wringing them, pacing a little to try burn off the energy in her body that's making her feel panicked and upset. "N-no, no, I haven't. I-I- I know what h-he looks like. He's the only person w-who looks the same. Everyone else- they c-change shape. When it gets bad, they look wrong but he never, ever looks wrong to me and you're- you're in his shape but you're not him-"

A hand goes to her mouth and she bites down hard on her knuckle, drawing blood as she fights to stay focused. The constant pain from her missing eye has helped some. But not enough. Never enough. Fuck. Who is this? How can he be Siffleur and not Siffleur?

She takes her hand from her mouth, blood in her teeth. "What's- what's your name? W-who are you?"