"It went fine," Moira nods, gesturing for Aoife to come closer. She does have more than one rocking chair on her porch, after all. "Although, I'm not sure the midwife would agree, for all of the swearing she had to endure with from me," she adds with a sheepish grin. "And Bronwyn here is perfectly healthy."

She doesn't add that she can sense that Bronwyn is a powerful witch in her own right already; that's a conversation better put off until later.

"How have you been, Aoife? How's Thor?"