Squeezing Holly's hands slightly before her own are withdrawn, "Do na look at it so... I do na hide him... I just know that Sean and the boys are a bit overprotective... Tis a fine match. One of the best made by me own." Kate forces a smile, as she brushes her shirts and tries to preen slightly, "I've given me heart and hand ta the Cean Catha of Cumhaill. The one called Cathal."

Holly seems to echo the loss in color as she draws a slow breath, "Cousin, could I have made a better match? His clan will be loyal ally and their warriors well known. He is a fine and sturdy man... I shall not be able to live if I am not his own bride..."

The words are gushed out as another mug of wine is downed, "Ye must help me see ta the details, Please Holly... I do na know who else could help me now... I have sworn me oath ta his tribe and ta him. I will have na other." The barmaid's eyes plead with her cousin, begging her to agree to this deal. It could become a happy partnership... it would have to...