The humans in general, sure, but Ben in particular... there was definitely no lack of mistrust here, and he was doing nothing to hide it from Morgana now. Honestly, he'd seemed more relaxed on the Isle in general before this whole meeting, excepting being glad to be able to hand out fruit again for a while there an hour prior.

He nodded. "Thank you, sister." A long breath, not quite a sigh, and he tried giving her something of a smile. "At least we have kin there as well. In fact, I would even suggest that the hostess -- the wine fairy," he quickly clarified, "--might appreciate some company, should you have a bad day. She seems to remember more than I do about the past... I wonder if she has any embarrassing stories from when I was a small child?"

The look he gave her seemed almost a dare, at that point, an open invitation to try to get ammunition on him.