The Grudge

They had arrived in their new home. Iolaire, having been making trips back and forth between the two lands for months, had everything in order for herself. So, when they arrived the injured woman dropped quietly from the back of the large wagon and went directly into the stone abode that she had crafted. The skin that she hung over the doorway slid shut behind her. Having been built into the side of a hill, the size of the dwelling was a surprise. It looked much smaller from outside. Upon entering, however, there were four chambers. One large main chamber for treating patients. Another specifically for herbs and drying, and two sleeping chambers. Iolaire deposited herself in one of these and refused to come out for anything. She had been treated like a child. If they wanted to ignore the fact that she was an adult, then they could deal with the repercussions.

Roan had disappointed her the most. She expected such tactics from Sirius. She even expected her mother to treat her like a child because she was, after all, her child. But Roan... he had no reason to treat her this way. He was her patient. She cared for him. It was a slight that she wouldn't soon forget.