Katherine smiled, almost giggling, even. It seemed she had not changed much since he'd last seen her when she was not even sixteen yet. And here she was, mostly unaffected but for her age...and the fact that she had since fallen into a bit of an affair with Lysander's brother. But that he did not need to know. "They will certainly be pleased to see you," Katherine said of Daphne and her siblings. "And please, no regrets. You're here now. That is what matters, is it not?"
Her mouth nearly fell open at his last words, her eyes going wide. He doesn't know. It hit Katherine that Lysander had left mere months before her father's murder; he'd never found out, and it was likely not on the list of things that his siblings had been keen to tell him. Swallowing uncomfortably, Katherine looked away. "Lysander, I...I'm so sorry, I...of course nobody's told you." Her breathing was shallow, her heart racing. "My father was...was killed, a few months after you left." Katherine bit back the tears in her eyes; it had been more than six years. She could be an adult about it.