[That laughter is cold and also completely understandable. If being stuck in a timeloop was enough to make Siffrin break down the way they did yesterday, both emotionally and physically, then yeah. They must hate Dormont's guts by now. He wants to ask how long they were stuck to begin with, but now seems like poor timing.]

Yeah, that might've been a dumb question on my part. Sorry, Sif.

[Genuine apology! After all, Isabeau's experience with Dormont, while not anywhere near as traumatic as Siffrin's must have been, are still almost exclusively his best friend being really upsetting for seemingly no reason, a crazy House of Change with warping doors and unsettling Head Housemaidens... Oh, and the world almost ending in a way that managed to top Vaugarde being frozen in time. If he's not especially eager to linger, he can imagine Siffrin wishes they were already halfway across the planet.

He throws on his stripey pants and with a twist, turns just in time to catch Siffrin fixing his hair in the mirror. Isabeau tries, and fails, not to look too fond at the sight.]

Hang in there a little longer, at least for Mira's sake. I'll see what I can do to speed things along on my end, too.

[He tilts his head to the side, returning to his thoughts.] Maybe if I go help Madame Odile with her supply gathering, we can scoot out of town a bit sooner after brunch? Hmm...