Gideon shrugged off her thanks, digging into the stew. "Look, I just... Yeah. Couldn't leave someone in the street. But it didn't have anything to do with why I was there. So why dredge up trouble."
He nodded once as she repeated his name, glancing up over another drink of ale. "Who's your mum?" He wondered who the ownership had gone to. Surely it wasn't still Tom. Bastard had to be dead by now... "I mean, I wonder if I knew her before I... Well. Before."