He never did know how to address this. Luckily Lyra was much better in calming the girl down then he was. He set the bowls down. "She is right." He hadn't really lost family, but he'd had friends who had passed, and seen many mortals go to Hades.
"And you are right. I am not your father. But I do care for him. I am with him every day. He often speaks, when he can, about his children. There is love there." He sighed, "and I wonder how it would feel to know that you are dying, and you have subjected your children to the same fate. To know they see their own future. And if you stay away you will regret it. Today I was with another patient, who had no one left. He told me, he had never felt so alone. Or how much it hurt. Time is finite Little. That is all."