[ Beleth opens her mouth, to attempt to say something really smooth, like she wouldn't care, certainly, you know, if that were actually relevant, and not just a joke. She is saved from any awkward attempts to not be awkward by Alistair dropping that little kernel of information, and Beleth snaps her mouth shut. Then opens it, thinks, and shuts it again. The third time is the charm. If the charm is actually saying something intelligent instead of having your mouth hang open like a fool. ]

Your mother--She isn't dead? She just...pretended to be dead? This whole time? For--30ish years? [ How old are you again Alistair. ] She just let you and your sister think that she was dead, and left the two of you to fend for yourselves? I hope her reasons were pretty damned good, Alistair, or I'll tell her exactly what I think about that.

Have you told your sister yet? From what you've said of her, I'm sure she has words, as well.