Going out into the fisher?s market with Gaerwyn had been a start to the exploring that Hudson intended to do in Seansloe. However, the odd looks he received in his great kilt, and the whispers as they passed, were a caution that he should make himself a bit more inconspicuous before he ventured out again. Given the recent assassination attempt by a foreigner, Hudson had the distinct impression that the only reason someone hadn?t confronted him was the presence of the well-known and respected Captain Caisson.
The day after that trip to the market, Hudson lent his aid in helping Maeve back out to her place in the garden. The fragile feeling of her bones beneath his hands was unmistakable, and it was only her patient good cheer that let him smile at her as he tucked the blanket over her lap. Too many memories, of his Gran and of Moira, were brought to the surface by that fragile feeling. ?Dae ye need aught else, Maeve? Sianna be preparing a cup o? her medicines for ye, I think ? she was muttering sommat about raspberry leaf and mint.?
Meave?s gentle smile lit her face, and she patted his hand lightly with her arthritis-twisted fingers. ?You?re a good lad. I?ll be fine out here, with the sunlight and the fresh air. How are you liking Seansloe so far, you and your sister?? Hudson crouched down by the chair as he considered the answer to that innocent question, and one of his net-scarred hands moved up to grip the stag?s-head sigil at his shoulder. The brush of his fingers against the wool of the plaid brought to mind the whispers and suspicion of his foreign look.
??Tis an uncanny feeling, what I ha?e seen o? th? city sae far. Nae much like th? town I grew up in, but close in look and feel tae th? cities o? th? Lowlands, th? softer part o? my Scotland. ?Tis liking tae explore I be, but I think that my clothing be tae different ? it catches more attention than I would like tae ha?e for looking around. I dinnae ken how much o? th? city Sianna noticed, but I ken well she be happy here in this house.? His answer came slowly and thoughtfully, and he was surprised when Maeve laughed gently.
Black eyes were met with faded green when Hudson looked over with surprise at the laughter. Her voice was filled with delight at being able to solve the problem so easily. ?Why, if it is clothing in the fashions of Seansloe you need, there is some stored away ? perhaps a bit out of date, but in good condition, still. Ewan?s father was only a bit taller than you, and similar in build. Bring me the chest from the hall closet, beneath the stairs.? Another light pat to his hand where it rested on the arm of her chair, and Maeve?s eyes sparkled with humor and pleasure at feeling useful. ?You may always leave the small things to me.?
Hudson had to laugh, and he straightened after covering her hand for a moment with his own. ?Ye be a grand woman, and I be eternally in yer debt. And as I hear Sianna coming with yer tea, I?ll be off tae find that chest for ye.? It was a gesture of instinct to lean over and press a light kiss to Maeve?s forehead before he strode off into the house, to retrieve the chest from its neglected resting place.
The day after that trip to the market, Hudson lent his aid in helping Maeve back out to her place in the garden. The fragile feeling of her bones beneath his hands was unmistakable, and it was only her patient good cheer that let him smile at her as he tucked the blanket over her lap. Too many memories, of his Gran and of Moira, were brought to the surface by that fragile feeling. ?Dae ye need aught else, Maeve? Sianna be preparing a cup o? her medicines for ye, I think ? she was muttering sommat about raspberry leaf and mint.?
Meave?s gentle smile lit her face, and she patted his hand lightly with her arthritis-twisted fingers. ?You?re a good lad. I?ll be fine out here, with the sunlight and the fresh air. How are you liking Seansloe so far, you and your sister?? Hudson crouched down by the chair as he considered the answer to that innocent question, and one of his net-scarred hands moved up to grip the stag?s-head sigil at his shoulder. The brush of his fingers against the wool of the plaid brought to mind the whispers and suspicion of his foreign look.
??Tis an uncanny feeling, what I ha?e seen o? th? city sae far. Nae much like th? town I grew up in, but close in look and feel tae th? cities o? th? Lowlands, th? softer part o? my Scotland. ?Tis liking tae explore I be, but I think that my clothing be tae different ? it catches more attention than I would like tae ha?e for looking around. I dinnae ken how much o? th? city Sianna noticed, but I ken well she be happy here in this house.? His answer came slowly and thoughtfully, and he was surprised when Maeve laughed gently.
Black eyes were met with faded green when Hudson looked over with surprise at the laughter. Her voice was filled with delight at being able to solve the problem so easily. ?Why, if it is clothing in the fashions of Seansloe you need, there is some stored away ? perhaps a bit out of date, but in good condition, still. Ewan?s father was only a bit taller than you, and similar in build. Bring me the chest from the hall closet, beneath the stairs.? Another light pat to his hand where it rested on the arm of her chair, and Maeve?s eyes sparkled with humor and pleasure at feeling useful. ?You may always leave the small things to me.?
Hudson had to laugh, and he straightened after covering her hand for a moment with his own. ?Ye be a grand woman, and I be eternally in yer debt. And as I hear Sianna coming with yer tea, I?ll be off tae find that chest for ye.? It was a gesture of instinct to lean over and press a light kiss to Maeve?s forehead before he strode off into the house, to retrieve the chest from its neglected resting place.