Thetis snorted softly. "Excuse you, it's not all my fault," she said, casting an amused look at him. "He is your son as well as mine, for good or ill."
"I don't think either of us were every very good at reigning in our tempers," she sighed. "Mine could change like the sea. And as much as I hated sending him off to war, at least there, he felt like he had a purpose. Now he's trapped in this country, he's a soldier without any more battles to fight. And that's something I can't exactly help with." Thetis didn't usually talk about her problems with her son, preferring to try to handle them herself. But if there was anyone who would understand, it was his father.