There were two things in that he wasn't sure of. One was her use of the word 'blight'. The second was the mention of magic. He'd seen enough of what had been considered magic of late that he was unsure what others would see as true magic - or even that real magic existed. The Apple had seemed magic, but though he didn't understand the entirety of how it worked, Those Who Came Before had shown him, through its visions, that it was far from inexplicable. It was simply an explanation that his mind didn't have the framework to understand.

More than that, he could see her discomfort when he mentioned his son. His family. There was something in it of loss, and something in it of a lack of acceptance. He'd dealt with that in his own way - badly - and had eventually come through. Perhaps in time, she would be ready to do the same, or, at the least, find a peace within herself that, just then, was only starting to exist. It had taken him two decades. He only hoped it didn't take her as long.

"You speak of magic as if it is real to you," he said, rather than touch on anything else. "As if it's something you have seen. That's something I cannot claim."