[He stops just a few steps short when she starts revealing her thoughts, and he can't help but feel a little unsettled by the reasonable thought process.]

...We're still tied to our original bodies, aren't we? Then it's not something to worry about.

But as for what they think...

[He looks down at the dog sitting next to him. Sure, they like them now and seem to have taken to Eustace well enough, but he can see how they will sometimes look at the door. How the younger ones will occasionally whine or the older ones go to certain spots of the tree as if waiting for something.

A trouble expression forms as he crouches down to pet the dog who licks his hand in return, that nub of a tail wiggling back and forth.]

...It is cruel, isn't it?