Morag smiled warmly. 'Heather, then,' she said. 'You look lovely, today,' she added. 'That dress suits you. I still don't believe you have a daughter as old as Megan, you know. I'm sure you're pulling my leg about that,' she teased gently.
'I'm okay. I suppose the stress of the last few months has caught up to me finally. Antonin wants me to get checked out by a healer, just to be save,' she confided, shaking her head with a fond smile. She still thought he was being overprotective. Then again, there was that charm that hadn't worked, and she couldn't afford to have something like that happen during a battle. 'Maybe he's right,' she added.
'Have you been on board a boat before?' she asked curiously. 'We'd love to take you sailing some time,' she added. Smiling, she told Heather, 'Any excuse to get out ourselves.' She didn't want to scare Heather, after all.