Del sipped her wine. "I wouldn't blame you. People obviously do swim in it and its fine most of the time, but I've never been comfortable doing much more than sticking my toes in. I think everyone feels it, some people see it, and a lot of people pretend it's normal."
She twisted the goblet, having apparently settled into the companionable conversation and old stories section of the evening. "When you've got some free time. I'm not terrible with charms or anything, but you've had quite a bit more experience than I have- as you mentioned."
Delyth listened, and after a moment, she reached out, put a hand over his and squeezed it gently. "We certainly don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, although I don't mind listening at all. There never was much time to get to know the pieces under the surface at those big parties." She could imagine perhaps, but she was certain it didn't come close. Whether you loved your father or not, whether your relationship was close or not, the connection was there, the intimacy was there in blood or in the assumptions that came with blood - that you would care for, not injure, and even if that wasn't always the way the world worked, those things were still there to be dealt with. "War takes things from everyone, and I certainly know that you did what you needed to do to save yourself, and Jamie." She offered a sympathetic smile, reached for the wine again. "And in so doing you were able to offer everything the two of you were together to the world," she smiled at him. "And you now, and Elaine."