"Yeah... I was..." Marcie sighed and scratched the back of her head. "I was ill last year. Like, really badly ill. Funny how seeing the end helps you forgive people." She didn't want Cathal's pity though. She took a drink and sat up a little, pulling her leg back to curl both underneath her. "I'm fine now, but it was touch and go for a bit. Anyway, Mom and everyone came to New York. Couldn't help forgiving her. Didn't want to go with that weighing me down. I haven't forgotten, though. Whatever your parents did to you, I'm sure you'll never forget either." She glanced up at him, wondering what their spat was about. Must have been pretty terrible to send him all this way away from them.