The deep voice of Guillaume Challon spoke from behind her. Taking off her mantle, Skena jumped. The man was daunting. Word had reached Craigendan that his brother, the earl, was even more unapproachable. In light of that, she should be happy she now dealt with him instead of the Black Dragon. “Aye, my lord?” she replied coolly. “Do you have a healer within the curtain?” he asked. “Our healer died several years past. We depend upon Auld Bessa to help with miseries here. I am sure you know her to be the healer for Glenrogha. Of course, with the snow so deep there is no fetching her. She is too old to travel in this frigid cold. Fortunately, I was raised with her knowledge. Muriel is also adept in healing. Methinks you will find no fault in how I cared for the new baron,” she tried to keep the sharp edge from her last word, but failed. His brows lifted, but he said naught in reproof. “I am sure you did everything possible to aid Noel to shake off the exposure to the storm. Since I hold this man dear as a brother, I offer thanks for your vigilant nursing.
