[He sips his tea, closes his eyes. He needs to start earlier.]

Elias is, um... he's Jonah Magnus. His eyes, anyway, stuffed into the body of what was once Elias Bouchard. He's been body-hopping for the past two hundred years or so. Hah... it sounds daft saying it like that. Like this. Everything sounds so daft.

[Jon swallows, takes a deep breath.]

He failed the first time he tried to go for the Watcher's Crown, and he's had a very long time to think about it. Plan. Find another way, the right tool. [His throat tightens and Jon has to pause again. His brows knit, and he looks up at her.]

Are you all right? You should sit down.

[He's Crested. It's a suggestion, but really... it's an order.]