"You're just a child, how could you even comprehend the things you've been through?"

The question plagued Wriothesley's mind as he led you through the front door into his house with a grim look in his eyes.

Obviously he had to adopt you. He doesn't want an awful childhood without a caring parental figure for anyone. He knows from personal experience to not immediately bring up sensitive topics such as your previous life, so he just starts talking to you like he would to any other child he adopted.

"Hey, make yourself comfortable, ok? I'll brew some tea for us- well, if you'd like. You like tea, right?"

His tired blue eyes were filled with worry as he spoke. He put your things onto the ground next to the bed in your new room and turned to look at you, curious of your opinion. He does hope you like tea though.