Sun Mote Copse and the irish guy wins the joke.

Yep. She should've lied.

Liffey was patient as her brother Eljayed out on her about not having a healer, smiling softly at him as he fussed. When he asked her to at least try to find a healer for herself, she nodded in agreement. "I will, I promise," she reassured him with a smile.

She paused then as she tried once more to remember whether or not the Hollow had one already. "I do think we have one, though. Rannoch got injured a while back and I know someone tended to his wounds. I was..." Liffey hesitated, dropping her head a little as shame crept in, "I was so upset about it, and worried over him... I sort of... withdrew from everything to be by his side and take care of him. I don't feel like I even know anyone there anymore, save for him and our kids and a couple of others." She didn't even know where Wraen had gone, and she had begun to think of the woman as her best friend. She'd been so lost in her world.

Liffey shook her head, brushing the thoughts away and offering Eljay another smile. "Tell me more about you," she requested, "How have things been? How are things here?"