They both mused that it was likely a good idea to keep a distance for a few days, as they had no idea if she was contagious or had eaten something that didn’t agree with her.
“What the lass needs is a bit of me porridge,” Seamus said as he moved the sail he was working on, looking for another tear to repair. The man had been on the other side of the railing quietly doing his job and listening in on the conversation.
“That’s not likely to help,” Ian said as he leaned back against the railing of the steps up to the anchor deck and tossed back the ale in his mug. “I think it was your slop that sickened her.”
“If ye really have no idea why your wife is feeling under the weather, then perhaps you’re not as smart as you think ye are,” Seamus muttered, never looking up at him as he pulled his
