But after Conall stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him, Arabella had calmly set about making some willow bark tea for the wounded man. She found a stash of the powder in the cupboard. She’d known it would be there, because she gave this pouch of bark powder to Conall when he complained one day of an ache in his head. He had kept it, which Arabella supposed was a testament to the fact that he may have had some feeling for her; at least before he slammed out the door. But Conall hadn’t used any of the bark powder, which bespoke a lack of trust in her judgment and prescriptions. “He’ll still ride to the castle and warn the laird, won’t he?” she asked. Davy nodded. “Oh, we can be sure of that much.” “How?” Davy stooped beside her, warming his hands by the fire. “Because he’s a coward, lass, and because there’s likely a war coming, he’ll want strong castle walls to hide behind.” “A coward,” she huffed, wondering if she ought to defend the man she’d just broken with.
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