Simon couldn't say he would be very knowledgeable about magic despite having learnt some of that for himself. He had been warned that attempting to use magic on already magical things could be hazardous, but in the end he'd never felt the need to do much of that with his expertise laying with the plants. And those had the common denominator of not being that magical, while he was much more so. He'd mostly stay passive to the side of the conversation for the beginning, letting his mother and old friend talk the details they understood more thoroughly as proper witches, but soon the curious detail he'd offered found its way to the centre of the discussion. Apparently it was very unlike the type of magic Lilia was experienced with to act like it had with him just then, which left them wondering what might be the root cause for such an effect. They did have a suspicion about it very soon though, if not one that Simon could agree with.<br/><br/>Their suggestion was that of him being simply so strange that the magic might not have done what it had been supposed to, that a disharmony had set the effect off its intended mark. Simon didn't shake his head while he stirred his tea, waiting for the sugar to settle and the leaves to impart their colour into the steaming water, but in his mind he questioned if the magic offered had been of Lilia's sort at all. Glamours, whatever they call it, how she described it didn't sound like the kind of magic that had been done at all. Somehow he felt that what the intent had been hadn't really been to mask him as much as it may have been to change him. He believed this was something his innate magic might really have fought against, driven the effect aside and returned him to how he was usually. Or at least how he was on land most often. Speaking of, Simon raised his downcast eyes up to meet Lilia's as soon as he was addressed again, a question asked of him.<br/><br/>It was now about the matter of control he had about his own transformations. Cassandra knew the answer well, and Lilia had once done it too. But the years hadn't been that kind to her memories of her friend it seemed, yet when she had been a child he hadn't been a strange creature to her in the first place, and so how could she be expected to remember all the quirks that were there? Still it stung Simon a little. She must have come know so many other people, more interesting folk than him, people who would have taken his place in her life. Not that she wouldn't be allowed to know others, but she could have remembered him a little better. Simon bit the inside of his cheek and swallowed the bitterness he felt, forcing a hint of a smirk onto his face. "I've got full control on that. If I wanted to, I could remove my trousers and shift right back on to my more lake suited appearance. But I don't think I should prove that right now", he tried to laugh, but it came out as a forced half-chuckle.<br/><br/>This failed attempt at seeming collected brought to him shame, and Simon followed that up by trying to take a sip of his drink. Too hot. Not complete in its brewing either. That didn't help any, he had to concede. And so he fell back into momentary silence, letting those that knew better about the current situation do the considering of matters for him. That was how it had always been, more or less. And he was starting to see the bad sides of it now, suddenly more acutely than in any of the years before now. Maybe heading out to explore the world a little wasn't such a bad idea after all?<br/><br/>Simon's mother noted this sudden pensiveness of her son, and glanced at both him and Lilia with a hint of worry in her eyes, though she'd soon try to bring her unusual boy back to the reality with the other two. "I'm not pushing you out Simon, but it may not be safe here. I don't want you to go, but…" she assured him of her good intentions, even earning a nod and a hum from the freed warden. Simon understood. His eyes were raised again to meet Lilia's, and he waited to hear what she had to say next. If she had no words to say immediately or in only a short while, he would break the suddenly much more awkward air instead:<br/><br/>"I guess that means I should leave my home behind. Like when you last left." A pause. "But this time it'd be the two of us on our way to… where?" Despite being quite the free spirit, he didn't like the idea of just buggering off to nowhere. There had to be a goal of some sort, or it'd be more likely to get nothing done than be of any help.