Melinda slowly nodded, a single finger tapping on her robe as she thought. Finally, after several moments of hesitation on her next words, she chose them carefully. "...Perhaps, Lucius, there is another option that you have yet to think of."

Putting it would be a delicate thing, though. "If you are... determined to keep it in the family, but you nor your wife nor your son wish to live there any more, you do have other family that might relish such a place to live."