Fia placed the small glass bottle on the shelf above the workbench in her stillroom. “I do not think there is aught else I can teach you of herbs.” Mairi grinned. “Mum says the same for the Lamont healing gift.” “I do indeed,” Elena said as she walked through the wide open door, bringing the scent of spring inside with her. We’ve brought someone to see you,” she said as she shooed the toddling twins, Fia and Ranald, into the chamber on the ground floor of the hallhouse. Upon Fia’s marriage to Kieron, the MacAlister chief had insisted she take the space for her stillroom. “Who?” Fia asked, trying to look around Elena to see out the door, though the sound of a fussy bairn gave away the answer. “The wee princess, of course,” Kieron said as he stepped around Elena and her weans, his crying daughter on his hip. “Hope is hungry and only her mother will do,” he said as he handed their nine month old daughter into Fia’s arms. Warmth filled Fia’s heart as she held her bairn.
