Ewart let his mouth hang open, goldfish-like, as the events unfolded in her tale - but of course she had bested the creature; if anyone could, it was certainly her. Not that she had had much formal experience in the field of dangerous beasts and beings, but rather that Ailsa had all manner of talents... and, as evidenced, quicker reflexes than most.
“Proud is far too frail a word,” Ewart declared, coming to kneel by the chaise to inspect her ankle more closely. “In awe, my love.” His solemn expression quirked upwards into something like amusement at her dismissal of the Ministry’s efforts (too little, too late; their usual fare). “They ought to have offered you a medal of valour,” Ewart remarked, quite seriously, before frowning down at the bruise as if he were any sort of healer. Still, he did not like to see any Fraser suffering under their own roof, heroics or otherwise. “Or some ice!”
“Proud is far too frail a word,” Ewart declared, coming to kneel by the chaise to inspect her ankle more closely. “In awe, my love.” His solemn expression quirked upwards into something like amusement at her dismissal of the Ministry’s efforts (too little, too late; their usual fare). “They ought to have offered you a medal of valour,” Ewart remarked, quite seriously, before frowning down at the bruise as if he were any sort of healer. Still, he did not like to see any Fraser suffering under their own roof, heroics or otherwise. “Or some ice!”
