[Well, when it comes to reactions to her little story ... Alistair's isn't the worst that she's come across by a pretty wide margin. She grimaces, taking another sip of her drink before she continues. She might as well try to be sympathetic with someone that she might actually have things in common with.]

The man who raised you -- not your father, then. I'm -- sorry, I know what that's like too.

[Charles had taken her in, and although she'd made her choice to leave him and he hadn't sent her away, it was still painful.]

It was so long ago, I don't even know if they're bad memories any more. Just ... memories. I don't even call myself by the same name any more. It helps.

-- where'd he send you?