"Oh you've no need to fear that, a'chara." Mora turned at the door and smiled. "Like Tir, I grew up in a coldwater flat at the bottom end of High Street. Not quite the Skils, but close enough. Enjoy your evening, my dears and if I do not see you at dinner, I'll look forward to your company tomorrow afternoon." With that, Mora slipped out the door and left them alone.