His brow furrows in return, body turning half a step to face her in her new orientation.

"I'm talkin' about my daughter still bein' a baby and you very much not bein' one. So if you're Willa, how's this possible. How are you her?"

Some part of him screamed that she had their features, his and Winona's - he'd know those blue eyes anywhere - but the rest of him struggled against the change of reality.