When the rain began to fall, her little Darrach wiggled and ran toward her, jumping into her arms and huddling close for her warmth. That was enough to convince her that she really did have to bring the garden visit to an end.
If it was about to rain fiercely, she wasn't about to let her baby goat get swept away.
Still, she wasn't about to let Donncahd take this away from her, either.
So.
The frustrated mam eventually sighed and said, "If you will at least come in from the rain before you get sick, I can take you to the servant's quarters nearby to wait the rain out...?"
She knew it!
He was definitely a servant, not a noble.
She could tell.
Not the least of which because if he'd been a noble he definitely would have been much less patient with her than he clearly had been.
He'd probably have gotten offended and shouted at her the moment she tuned him out. Or at least...something like that.
There was another pause. Rache sighed. "Fine."
