Eyes narrow. "No. They told me you were dead at th' hospital. Died in childbirth, they said, but then I found ya were poisoned. I saw th' damned tox report!" His growl has been rising in volume in strict correlation to his state of confusion. The photograph from earlier is held out in front of him. "She ain't dead, Raven. There. That's yer daughter. Our daughter." Wait. "There was no son. Just her."