Aibhilin laughed softly, a bit in surprise, at the banter the wolf lord was able to return to her. Just a few hours ago, she would of rather tried crossing blades with him, than words. Though, looking at him up close, she probably would not fair very well if she fought with him at close range. Men were well known to be stronger than women. But she considered women to be a bit more clever. It was a good thing they were not enemies now. Having them as guests was a much wiser move than she had first seen it to be.

The eldest daughter of the MacConnich felt a bit less tense as the evening wore on. After being washed and fed, the Norsemen appeared a little less intimidating. Any amount would be good for them. It was a tepid day and the underlying tension would stay, at least until everyone was absolutely sure they were safe. And really that would only be known when the invaders left and things returned to normal. But for now, feasting helped ease troubled minds. If there was a thing both kinds of men had in common, it was storytelling.

Goods stories and good ale made for an even better humor among the men. Aibhilin and her sisters sat on the one side of her father, while the leaders of their guests sat on the other side. The red haired lass remained at the table as her father went down to talk among his people and kin, as well as their guests. He did this sometimes but she found that even with ale in him after the pastries and desserts, the chieftain mingled with all the remaining peoples. 

There were more Norsemen left than she might of thought. After all, were they not suppose to be great and heavy feasters? There were many tales of not only their drunken escapades, but their drunken gods as well. Perhaps they were more tense and suspicious than they let on. They were, after all, enemies just this morning. Even the Wolf Lord had been able to keep some of his Norse cool about his demenor. He had been speaking with his right hand man as well as her father for most of the evening.

Aibhilin, however, had drunk a bit more than she had meant to. It wasn't that she was so normally effected by the drink, but being distracted and cautious all day had taken its toll. Her sisters didn't stay very long after they had finished their supper. It was typical, considering they all usually helped with other evening activities and cleaning. But at her urging they did not stay in the Great Hall. It gave her some peace of mind, to at least keep her younger sisters out of the sights of the visiting men. Standing, she felt the world tip a bit, but just gave a small laugh and steadied herself with support of the table.

[color=82ca9d]"Pleasant evenin' to you, Jarl, and yer man,"[/color] she smiled lightly at the two, her tone just as light as the floating feeling within her, [color=82ca9d]"I must be off to bed."[/color] Formal words, though not so stern as she meant them to be. Instead she sounded just as intoxicatedly fair as her new mood, given to her by the heavy drink. Pushing red hair back over her shoulder, she moved her hand and almost tipped over the empty cup. Murmuring a carefree apology as she righted the cup, she found her unsteady way past the two men and to the door.