“Died after I was born.”
Sadness welled within the healer’s eyes. “I am so sorry. And your father?”
“He never wanted me.” She shrugged. “’Twas a long time ago.”
Aged eyes studied her for a long moment. “But you still hurt.”
Surprised by Forveleth’s insight, Alesone gave a shaky nod. “How could you know?”
“Watching you with the lad, along with the way you have helped me tend to others,” she replied, “’tis easy to see that you have a tender heart.”
Alesone stifled the surprising build of tears and laid her hand on the healer’s arm. In their short time working together they’d become friends. Except for Grisel, she’d never shared her thoughts with another woman. Until now. “I thank you for your kind words. I…” Heat stole up her cheeks, and she sat back. “I was raised by Grisel. She was a healer and taught me about herbs, and how to care for people.”
“And a fine job she did.”
She released a rough breath, the ache of the loss too fresh. “Weeks ago she was killed.”
“You are still grieving,” she said softly.
A tear slid down Alesone’s cheek, and she gave a shaky nod. “I think of her every day.”
“Of course you do.” The healer sifted a mix of herbs into a cup, filled it with steaming water. “Drink this. ’Tis valerian root tea.”
Familiar with the elixir’s soothing properties that aided many to sleep, Alesone took a sip, savored the warmth, the tingles easing her mind. “I thank you.”
“Tell me about her,” the elder said, “if you choose.”
Though she hadna intended to say more, with the question asked and a friendship between them forged, Alesone found herself sharing stories of her years with Grisel. “And though nae her child,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, “She raised me as her own. I loved Grisel so much and will never forget her.”
The healer took a sip of her own tea. “You were fortunate to have her in your life.”
“I was.”
“What will you do now?” the elder asked.
“I…” The coldness of her life ahead, one without Thomas or a place to call home stormed her mind, and she stumbled for a reply. “Once the chaos in my life settles, wherever I end up, I will continue my work as a healer.”
“Wherever you end up?” She frowned. “Have you nay where to go?”
“Nay, but I shall be fine.”
“Of that I have nay doubt.” Forveleth paused, and her face warmed. “I dinna know what troubles you, but when ’tis over, you are welcome in my home. And with your having tended to Thomas, nay doubt the duke would welcome you in Dair Castle.”
Humbled by the healer’s offer, Alesone shook her head. “I couldna—”
With a hearty laugh, she patted her hand. “You can, and in the future, I expect to see you on my doorstep.”
Emotions welled inside. “Y-you are too generous. I dinna know what to say.”
Her smile widened. “Say aye.”
“I shall consider your offer,” Alesone replied.
“I am taking that as an aye,” the elder said as she drew her into a fierce hug. She sat back. “I look forward to having you here.” Forveleth winked. “Nor have I missed how Lord Thomas watches you with favor in his eyes.”
“’Tis nae favor,” Alesone said, needing the reminder to quell her unwanted yearnings, “To him I am naught but a duty.”
Mirth danced in the elder’s eyes. “Far from it. I have seen him watching you.” She smiled. “Look at me rambling. Then, again, I admit that Lord Thomas was my favorite.”
