"Ah, yes." William sighed at his father's mention of the clothing, and the forwardness. It was a bit of a shock to see what things had been considered scandalous, meant for private consumption, were discussed so openly by people of a later time. He knew Helena was happy here and was beginning to favour more modern types of dressing, but it troubled him so. Still, he supposed his father was right; as long as wits were kept, things would be all right. However, from his little experience here in this village, he could see that it was not always the case. "It takes much to get accustomed to some of these practices," he stated. "If I ever become accustomed at all."
As Edwyn spoke of leaving his family, William stopped and faced him, considering him. "Father," he spoke, firmly but gently. "Please do not blame yourself. Your fate could have happened to anyone." He paused. "There was always something missing without you, but you left a legacy that I promised I would live up to, hoping that I would make you proud." He smiled softly. "I am sure that if given another chance, you would do everything in your power to stay for us."