Mary watched Mr Fisher's expressions, wary of any sudden change of mood. Life with Jon and Ma had depended on that skill, much as life with Lords and Ladies did. She tilted her head, unable to restrain her curiosity- he really had a very odd look on his face for a moment.
"Thank you, sir." She accepted the glass of scotch, but looked at it in confusion. She didn't drink much, if ever (it didn't count when you were just having a bit of fun with a friend, now did it?). "I just don't remember Harry much anymore. I was so little... I do remember crying for weeks, thinking he'd come home. Finally Ma took me to the river and said 'that's where he is, now say goodbye and be done.'" She left off the part where her mother had threatened to dump her in the river too if Mary didn't stop crying.