Fiona joined them, a nod of approval softening her stern expression. “Their eagerness to aid us speaks volumes of their character.”

“Perhaps it’s our shared love for these lands or a common enemy that unites us,” Ailis mused aloud before turning her attention back to the Sinclairs.

“Let’s thank them and ensure they’re made comfortable,” she suggested to Fiona and Moira.

As the sisters moved among the Sinclairs, expressing gratitude, their bonds strengthened. They hoped this alliance would shield them in uncertain times ahead.

As Ailis wentabout her task of matching children with farmers, a mischievous thought popped into her head. She couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she imagined what chaos might ensue if the children decided to play a prank on the farmers during the harvest.

“Just imagine,” she mused aloud to Fiona and Moira, “if instead of helping with the crops, they started a mini food fight with the vegetables! Ewan might end up with more carrots in his hair than in the basket.”

Moira giggled. “If we didn’t need the food so badly, I would suggest it to the children.”

Despite the serious nature of their work, the image of mischievous children turning the harvest into a vegetable battleground brought a lightness to Ailis’s heart. Sometimes, a little laughter during hard work was just what they all needed to break the tension and further strengthen their bonds.