Mirtel Christabel didn’t know Rebecca and thereby couldn’t add anything to the conversation about her. So she simply smiled politely and thanked them. “I might like that I believe. You’re both very kind to look after me like that.”
“Her dress and her jewels are a lady’s armour and the fan, I suppose, shall do for a weapon. A lot could be said and done to improve one’s gear,” Mirtel offered in support to Cat’s claim of possible discussion ladies might have over a cup of tea. Every knight looked after his armour and weapons, so why shouldn’t ladies do the same when it came to their armour and weapons?
“In Scotland the men have a habit of wearing quilts as I've heard. Perhaps the gentlemen you shall allow entry to the shop should adhere to the dressing-code here in a manner similar to that?” Mirtel added further with an impisih smile, despite the pink rising to her cheek at her audacious suggestion. Of course it was likely that if Mirtel Christabel ever happened to come across a man wearing a kilt she would swoon into a dead faint on the spot and be able to only stutter once she came to.
“That sounds absolutely lovely,” Mirtel sighed once Cat told more about the teas she was planning to offer. The same smile was directed to James as well as he offered his services as a physician. “Thank you, Dr Winchester. I might take you up on that offer sooner than you might think,” Mirtel Christabel stated softly. Her ankle had been giving her trouble for the last two days. Of course, she would need to brace herself before admitting to a relatively young male doctor that it was her ankle giving her problems.













