Swiftcurrent Creek Winter is a cruel creature

Kieran leaned over and nudged her gently in the shoulder."Yer 'ill git it, it 'ill jist take time. it tuk me years ter spake Sasanach an' oi still scon brutal at it. you'll chucker much better than me." He tilted his head wondering how he could help her. He thought about it then a small smile bloomed on his face. He could do it slowly give her one word at a time. Perhaps he had started to fast for her. "gheimhridh" He smiled again and repeated it in english Winter

He tilted his ears forward and turned green eyes towards her and thought about her question. The first thing that came to mind was content he was content. Not happy or completely healed, but he was content. "Oi 'av been content. 'oy 'av yer been?"