Theodore listened quietly. He had never doubted that Tracey's feelings for him were not simply because of his blood, but he understood, too, how fixated on blood status people could be. Theodore himself had been much more prejudiced, before he had become so familiar with human suffering in all its forms.
"I wish that they would," he said. "If I thought that I could talk to them and change their minds in any way, I would." He left it unspoken that he had a feeling the parents she was describing would simply agree with him, even act the way he suggested, merely to ensure that Tracey ended up marrying him. Which defeated the point, in the end. "Your safety and happiness is important to me. It always will be."
He wasn't sure who Tamara was, or if he should ask. The owl had clearly dredged up some unpleasant memories, and even with him here now, she was upset. Not that he expected his presence to take away all of her pain; he was only a healer, only one person that tried to make her happy, he didn't automatically cancel out the way other people treated her, in the past or in the present.