"It's nothing special," Isabell said with a slight chuckle. "I'm just old. I've helped a king claim his throne, raised two children to the age of becoming apprentices, and become the master of my guild… In all that time, it would be strange if I hadn't learned a thing or two about people, wouldn't it?"
"But, but it's more than that," Heila insisted. "I know plenty of people who are old. My parents are the same age you are, but last night, when I brought Ignatious home for dinner and introductions, they were half petrified the whole night just because he's one of Lady Nyrielle's progeny. If it wasn't for Grandfather stepping in, I don't think they would have said ten words the whole night."
"So, I think that Lady Ashlynn is right," Heila said. "I think you're truly special. And I think Virve thinks so too. She would never have carried you like that if she didn't respect your strength and what you did for Lady Ashlynn."
