Ambrose brought his glass to his lips and sipped the amber liquid. It burned pleasantly, and he allowed himself a moment to enjoy it before answering. He swirled his drink and nodded.
"Yes. I'm still honestly unsure of how it all works. But when I first arrived, it was from shortly after the Pagans were defeated. Then, a few days after you, Sabrina, and Roz escaped from the snow globe, I woke up with new memories of what had happened at home." What a headache that had been.
Not to mention the accompanying emotions had been overwhelming to say the least. He'd kept those to himself, though. Aside from being a touch more protective of Sabrina, he'd worked to not show his hand too much. She didn't need to know the things he knew. None of them did. Nicholas included.