[He still seems unsure, even the concept of the political turmoil bunching in his gut. He takes a breath, opting to trust her. Why would she lie? He presses a hand to his face, letting out a breath to calm himself.]

A bastard half-breed? I would not wish being either on anyone.

[He sits down, smoothing the worry from his face] I shall trust you on this. Yet how foolish I was, just... unthinkingly losing myself. This place has warped my good sense.