"Who's to say the forced costume changes didn't come with a side of... you know. Magic." She makes a little face, still disbelieving over that despite otherwise starting to come around to the idea that this place is a genuine article after all. Her brow furrows as well as Tony explains, maintaining eye contact steadily. The hand stroking his hair slides down to gently rest against the side of his face, thumb sweeping his cheek.
"I don't know either," she speaks softly when he falls silent. "But there must have been a good reason. You'd never leave him or anyone in a lurch if you can help it. As to why you were so angry..." She gives a small, sad smile. "I suspect it's because fear results in anger, and you were afraid of whatever the answer might be."