[He looks up at her when she talks about her parents, a little surprised. She hasn't spoken about her family before; he knows precious little about where she comes from, aside from what correspondence has crossed the war table.]

I'm sorry to hear that, about your mother. [He doesn't wish this on anyone.] You don't... speak about your parents often. If it's a sore subject, you don't have to, of course, but I realize that I know precious little about you, aside from all you've done as Inquisitor.