"Understandable for sure." He hadn't given it much thought the other night at Carnival. His own little house on the McLaggen Estate was far enough away from the others and the main house that it didn't matter much that she'd insisted on his place, but waking up the next morning he'd wondered.
He could see that his nondescript answer didn't exactly return confidence that he didn't care about what she did or what her parents continue to do. "Da doesn't talk about it much, but mum's gotten better with it. When she was attacked there was a point where even he didn't think she would make it. The healers had tried everything and it wasn't looking good. He had to come to terms that he might lose her." He didn't know if he was rambling but the story had a point.
"She pulled through, but she's never quite been the same. Fond of rare meat. That story has always been my benchmark though on the subject. Everyone eventually does and sometimes you get lucky. Some days I'm just happy to be lucky."