Ted smiled, but it wasn't a big one. He remembered the comment saying he had died. He didn't know the details because, frankly, he didn't wish to know them all, but he did understand that he didn't live to watch his grandson grow into the adult he currently was.
It was too much for the man and he looked away to swallow hard against the heavy feelings rising. When he looked back to Teddy, his face was calm again with twinkling, friendly eyes. "Sounds like Dromeda," Ted said, his chest puffing out proudly. "Always looking after her family and, believe me, with me and your mum? She had her hands quite full!"