Lydia lowered her head as her father listed the happenings of the last year. Uncle Lucian... that tugged at something in her brain but she didn't want to go there yet. "I don't understand why they killed her. No one's explained that- was it just to start a war? Why would we want it?" These were questions she wouldn't dared have ask her mother, and Ludo had other things to worry about, but perhaps her father had come to conclusions in the quiet of her grandparents' world.
She looked at her father then to meet his eyes, but her own were focused far away as she sort of stumbled down a wrong turn in her own head. "No, it won't." She blinked and shook herself, shoving away the jumbled jangling edges of things that weren't there. "But that's all right," she said almost cheerfully. "We'd be terribly bored if we were all happy." And alive.