Gilmore listened intently, his brow furrowed lightly but not in judgement of Theo. He knew mages - he knew of mages - that had had views above their stations. Had ideas of their own superiority that were unfounded and based only on the fact that they could remember a lot of thing. There were those in alliance with the betrayer gods, too. It wasn't an unusual concept.
"It's understandable that you wouldn't want to meet them. It's a very recent thing for you, it's a very personal thing. If one of them had been your father I can't imagine how difficult the decision would be for you," Gilmore said softly. "You won't need to go outside again. Make sure you don't. We can wait until we're somewhere else, back in Scotland, before you go flying again."
He looked at Theo, watching him and the concern on his face. "Is there anything I can do?"