The Laird and the Exiled Healer

The MacKenzie Keep dining hall buzzed with the warm chatter of the clan. Laird Hammond MacKenzie sat at the head of the long table, a sense of contentment settling over him as he watched his people. The evening meal was a time of merriment and familial warmth, a tradition he had worked hard to restore after the dark days following his parents' deaths.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the corridor, silencing the hall. Mrs. Griselda, the housekeeper, went to investigate. Moments later, she returned, followed by a figure who captured everyone's attention.
A blonde woman, her dress muddy and patched, her hair damp, stood at the entrance. Her sky-blue eyes scanned the hall, searching. When she locked eyes with Hammond, his breath hitched. It was Amhuinn Kincaid.
Stepping forward, she spoke, her voice carrying across the hushed room: "Laird MacKenzie, you've offered my brother Tamhas and I help a year ago. I'm here to take you up on your offer."