Eyes shot upwards at his nonchalant comment. She had not expected him to have been around for such a long time. It was strange - she wanted to be cross with him but the only thing she could feel was a tingling excitement.
"I do consider them my family. But it's a broken one. You know how you call some families oatch-work? This one is a shredded carpet. And I want them to be happy but they are not and I cannot change it. It is out of my power." She swallowed. Essentially, this was what it boiled down to. She could accept this place - she had a long time ago - but now she saw it through a different pair of glasses and all she could see was ugliness.