[He only had a limited patience for self-destructive behaviour, and he was not the type of person that allowed his daughter to purposefully wallow there if he could help it. She had been mooning over the lost boy for some time now, and she had seen her self-destructive relationships as well. The boy was annoying, the friends was mostly expected and impacted him very little. After all, he had committed some time ago to remain in his daughter's corner and protect her at all costs.

The stones were inert so far, but they kept the creatures and the black out of the house all the same. He had no reason to give them up unless there was a proposed cure. It was one of the reasons he almost missed the Doctor and the unethical science necessary for change.]

They have kept the house safe, and that's enough. The perception of value shouldn't be underestimated if things turn desperate.

[He finally took the other seat at the table, crossing one leg over the other and folding his hands neatly in his lap.]

You don't look well, Jinx. I am concerned.