So she was right the last time they met. It was his family he'd lost.

She sighs, and lowers her eyes to the ground momentarily. "I can't pretend ta know what that feels like. I ain't ever lost someone like that." She looks up again, and there's a certain amount of steel in those red eyes of hers. "But, Connor, you responsible fer other people's actions. An' since yer kinsman is still around, I take it that this enemy's been dealt with?" She softens up a bit. "An' - to fall to a cliche here, tho' I think it's a good one - wouldn't yer family want ya to be happy? Grief's a very real thing, an' should be taken seriously. But..."