The Sentinels there's a black crow sitting across from me

Still driven by emotion, he was not surprised to hear her swift response to his question. For a moment, it caused the titan to wonder if there would ever be a time when he would miss his own blood; if they should travel too far away from him and leave him on his own. Certainly, he would have liked to think that there was a shred of humanity within him that would miss the idiotic grin that adorned Rannveig's mug, but he was not certain that he could say such a thing with confidence. Even in the time that he had spent with his mother, learning her skills and being taught the touch of magic, Ford was not sure that he even missed her. As much as he would have liked to feel sorry for that, he couldn't. It was as though he wasn't capable.

“You know, we could go and visit them,” he offered her.

It was in that moment that he paid very close attention to how the girl might react. She had only spoken lovingly of her family, but there had been no talk of ever going to see them. Ford had found this an oddity. To love required care and necessary time given. If Dalia intended to spend all of her time in the bay with the Mayfair-Cairn clan, the titan could only think that something had caused her to severe the ties she once felt with her own bloodline. Either way, the brute was very intent to catch signs of a reaction from the young girl; he wondered what kind of thoughts haunted her and what the premise of seeing her family would rile within her.