"He is wise, almost as smart as you mum." She said with a small smile."He does have a small disability though, he has a fake foot, like dad. Love is said to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, and you can't keep from smiling. Right?"
"I’ll take your word for it, m’ dear." Brows furrowed slightly at the girl’s next words. “Does he, now? I hope it wasn’t received in the same manner as your father." Elinor paused a moment, a thoughtful look about her warm, brown eyes as she contemplated her daughter’s question. “How one experiences love does not always mirror another. That is indeed what has been said of it, yes." Pausing, she searched her daughter’s bright blue eyes for some clue. Could she be asking this question from experience? Is there a lad that she and Fergus should know about? Not receiving a sufficient clue from her eyes, Elinor inquired, “Have you been experiencing such things, m’ wee pixie?"