[This sounds more like her than what he's been getting lately. It's too early to tell, but it's a heartening start. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes as he dares to hope for normalcy.

And then Aloïs breathes out. How does he begin to explain Chris? What happened this afternoon?]

There's another man in this place running around with my face and body. Some differences [like wings, but those could easily be magic for how quickly the man was able put them away, Aloïs thinks] but otherwise it's a portrait-perfect likeness. Might as well be the twin I never had.

[His tone is laden with a suspicion and confusion she'll recognize. He doesn't like or trust what he's discovered. Even if it's not Chris' fault, on its (literal) face, it all seems like trouble.]