[his response is as much as she expected the moment she received his message, and she finally does deign to take a small sip of her tea, exhaling warmly against the rim of the mug as it remains a touch too hot.

for her, it remains too much to take in, having not even encountered Honerva yet. but she can't begin to imagine what it must be like for Lotor, who spoke of Honerva so reverently but of Haggar so--

well. in denial of what his mother had become.]

Shiro has told her little as well. Only that he was the Black Paladin ten thousand years into the future...that enough was overwhelming.

[a good place to start, if anything.]

I told him to forewarn the others of her presence, before anyone less tactful [read: Lance, Pidge, Hunk....] reveal anything that may be even more upsetting.

[a pause, looking up from the spot on the ground she had been staring at, she looks to Lotor.

again, she hardly knows just how he feels about this, but...family is family, and it's impossible to forget their time together in Haggar's study, the way Lotor spoke of his mother and her intelligence, when she finally felt that she was beginning to get to know him.

know what he was like.]

But I do not think telling her you're her son would be upsetting. You-- [her expression is soft, sad.] I will not tell you what you should do, but-- I remember the way you poured over her notes when we found them.