"I appreciate that, Elann," Isabella replied kindly, looking over her shoulder to show the Benshira a smile. It sent warmth through the Kelvic to have both of her children home safe and sound, and to have Elann with them as well. She was the kind to enjoy having her family around, so this was nearest to a heaven for her.

"His room is nice," she continued on. "Though, no one's been in there for a while. I think Jocelyn goes up every now and then just to look around or go out of the window when she wants to fly around." Isabella withdrew the spoon from the pot and tapped it on the edge before setting it on the counter, a rag underneath the back so broth wouldn't dirty her counter. She turned to face the whole of the kitchen, looking at Elann in the Benshira's newly chosen position before scanning the rest of the room with a calculated gaze. Next, she reached out to Ryon, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Could you go grab a barrel of ale out the cellar and bring it up before your father gets home? I'm pretty sure he bought one a few days ago and you all drank the last of it this morning."

"Yes, momma," Ryon said quietly, shrugging off towards the archway into the main hall. Eventually a heavy door sounded, opening and shutting coming from the back of the house.

"Aimee's taking a bath right now, said she would beat the two of you to it before you came from upstairs," Isabella said with mirth, moving down the counter to a closed pantry. She started preparations for tea and coffee, getting jars of loose leaves and beans down to sit on the counter before finding her kettle and a small pot. Noah looked into the burning oven's opening, spying the pie and aforementioned bread.

"I hope everything will be and is to your liking, Elann," Isabella said to the Benshira. "I really didn't expect you lot in until either tomorrow or the day after. I figured with all the rain you all got slowed down, that and you never know what you'll run into on the road." She spoke without looking up from what she was doing, her hands just as meticulous as her gaze to perform her acts without making a mess. She moved again along the counters, a hollowed and smoothed stone basin coming in front of her. She positioned the kettle under what was a spout then pulled a lever lightly. After a small moment water streamed out of the tap and into the kettle. It was then that she looked at Elann, readily awaiting whatever the Benshira had to say in reply.