"You're right, of course," Moira admits, following Aoife's gaze out into the garden. Mostly, she has violets and lilacs growing. Her favorite flowers; the shades of purple that remind her of magic and the days before she realized the entirety of the weight behind their family's history. "Sensible, as always," she glances back at Aoife, teasing. "I do hope Bronwyn inherits some of that sensibility."