Daphne watched him as he stood from his desk to pour her drink. She took it delicately as he handed it to her before having a seat on the arm of the chair that she was sitting in. She continued to look up at him, confused and concerned by the look on his face.
She took a long sip as he started to speak, and the alcohol was hot against her throat. She didn't say a word, as she was sure that what he was going to say was very important, and it would be exceedingly rude to interrupt.
Daphne couldn't believe what he was saying, though. She knew that many of the pureblood families weren't exactly rainbows and flowers (she knew enough about that), but what he was speaking of was downright abuse. It was no wonder that he didn't talk about how he felt much, if he was being constantly watched and belittled as a child.
Her grip tightened around her glass as she took another sip, and she was suddenly quite glad that he'd offered her the drink before he'd started talking. The last thing he said clicked in her mind, and she quickly realized why he hadn't wanted Liam alone in the house at night with an elf. It didn't matter that Zorbin was a different elf, and that it wasn't there to spy. It just sounded the same.
Daphne found herself at a complete loss for words. What did one say to something like that? "I-I'm sorry..." she stammered. In truth, she wasn't sorry for what she had done. She hadn't put the children in any danger, but she did feel bad about how uncomfortable it had made him.