Well, that was certainly a change from their first conversation over the journals. Or maybe it was simply a continuation, now that the honesty was free-flowing. He heard her sigh and wondered if she'd meant to say so much. It struck him that there was likely no one else she could talk about something like that to and felt, not necessarily privileged, but pleased that, even if it were a slip and she hadn't intended to tell him, she had in the end. Which spoke volumes about either his influence or her level of comfort around him. He hoped for the latter, but thought of his mother's influence on the people around her. Her good moods and laughter were infectious. There was nothing wrong with having the same talent.
And, she was giving. Ioan could be as well. It was where he learned to care for others. His father was kind and understanding, but something about his mother lingered in the heart of everyone who met her, and her only son was no exception.
"I'm sure it will be scary as hell," he said softly. "I can't imagine giving up all of what I know, at least in that sense. I suppose in a way I did when I left the Muggle world at eleven to come to Hogwarts, but it's not even close to what you'll have to go through. But if you need someone, I...I'll be around. You can talk to me, and I won't judge you. I know I have, in the past, but doesn't everyone at some point? What I'm trying to say is I'll be a friend, if you want me to."
He faced Daphne once he was finished speaking, his face serious to show her he meant what he said.