out of the elven garb he had worn to the joining ceremony and into normal dress, Ian set out down the hall to the room where Bridghe, Sean Robert and Elizabeth Rose were staying.
Arriving at the room he noticed that the door was partially open and so he entered, unannounced. There, he saw a strange tableau. Little Elizabeth Rose lay on her side on the bed, Bridghe was a few feet away with her hands up before her face. Sean Robert who had his hands up over his eyes as well was on the other side of the bed. Ainsley stood back, her hands over her mouth, which was open wide in astonishment.
Essa heard him enter the room and turned to face him. Sir Ian's expression was puzzled, and he took another step toward the group. "Wha' the De'il is gang on?" he inquired, though his voice was mild. "Lizzie, are ye a'right?"