True, Walburga had spent a good portion of time thinking about the way things were when Alphard was older. Everything had been different. He'd been cold towards her, so cold that she wanted to cry and scream at the same time. She wanted to shout and throw a fit until he listened, but she didn't. She'd forced herself to stay together even when she barely slept and didn't know how to handle raising a seven year old. Still, all the pain that had been his being older didn't make her entirely cruel. She knew he'd needed her. It just wasn't easy telling him that she needed him in return. So she hadn't. Instead, she'd just hoped it would sort itself out.
The knock to the door drew her from her thoughts. She walked over to the door, hesitating for a moment before she opened the door, once again aware of her clothes. "Hello, Alphard." She stepped back, she gestured for him to come in. "The tea's..." There was a vague gesture before she said, "Um. I'll go get it from the kitchen. You can sit down if you'd like."