“If you’re not Lady Furina but you are Furina, that doesn’t make any sense. Though I suppose it makes little sense to fall through a mirror at all. And the mirrors show such strange things… maybe you’re a mirror of Lady Furina, I suppose?” He glances over his shoulder at a reflection of himself without ears or tail or hat, shorter and too thin and wearing a crop top and tiny shorts that say SLUT in sparkling letters on the butt. He keeps seeing that one and he’s really not sure what’s up with it. It always seems to appear behind him so the word on the shorts shows.

“Aid in looking for Lynette would be welcome, though I’ve no idea if she’s actually here. The manner of my arrival was strange enough, it’s entirely possible I was the only one taken and she and Freminet are alone in the Fortress without me.” He grimaces, clearly unhappy at the idea.