Tehr listened very intently to Caroline.  He couldn't help but be amused by the fact that this was one of the longest he'd heard the somewhat quiet and shy woman talk in one stretch without interruption in the entire time he'd known her.  He mused, as she spoke, that it was simply a matter of finding that which she was passionate about.  While she might love her family, her house, her sister Alexandria, her passion was her calling.  She wasn't just a priestess, but she was in essence a healer.  Now Tehr had tapped her beautiful mind for that exact subject, the art of caring for another.  The result being that she was very verbose in her response.  It brought a smile to his face.<br/><br/>One hundred gold wasn't an insignificant sum, that was certain.  But so too was the pay off.  He had no doubt that he was in love with Rosalyn d'Caelor.  The elven maid had en-spelled him with her beauty, charm, persona, and he believed her genuine love for him.  If he could do anything to help her avoid pain, suffering, even by watching her father be ill, then he would do so.  He remembered last night when she'd asked him for news of his father, and he'd struggled with the question.  His lips tight as he searched her face trying to decide the right answer.  A reaction that had said more than he'd meant too, and she'd simply nodded her head and left the room.  He felt she had been a little upset with him for his lack of response, even if she did understand it.  It wasn't a fight between them, but it certainly hadn't felt good to him.  Maybe he should ask her if this potion would be a good idea.  But then he thought about the other women in his life, the other women that he did love, but in different ways.  The fact of the matter was that if he let his love for Rosalyn rule his heart, he'd lose more than just a bit of her respect, he could lose one of the women who meant so much to him.  No, he had to maintain his position and his attitude of dominance.  He was the Lord of Wynt house.  Since his mother had officially transferred leadership to him and he'd gone from the Master of the house to the Lord, much more weight rested on his shoulders.  He needed to bear that weight and make the decisions on his own.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you Caroline,"</strong>he finally said with a nod,<strong>"Make preparations to craft the concoction but do not purchase anything or start it yet.  I will find you the gold you need, but only if the Duke wishes it.  I shall offer him your services as a healer, if that is acceptable to you.  But I won't go forwards with it unless he agrees.  I appreciate your input and your knowledge."</strong>With that the both of them stood and he said,<strong> "I should go bathe and get ready to leave for court, I imagine that I should have an answer for you by tomorrow.  Tonight, after all, is my night to stay at the palace with the queen."  </strong><br/><br/>Queen Elizabeth still seemed as eager as ever to have him in her bed twice a week, and the last thing he was about to do was deny his leige lover anything she wished.  Besides, a night away from Hewthorne hall might give Rosalyn a little extra time to mull over his silence to her question.  Certainly she saw the reason he wouldn't have answered her, and wouldn't hold it against him for long.  But women, even elven women, were fickle creatures and time was often the best cure.<br/><br/>He did make one stop before heading to the bathing chambers however.  Going out to the back garden, despite the light drizzling rain, he stood by the sapling that now stood almost as tall as his shoulders.  To it he spoke for a little bit, just talking to the dryad's tree about nothing consequential, and then finishing with an old song.  He sung poorly, for that was not his talent, but it was a simple tune, and an ancient one, a part of the old faith, that spoke of the changing of the seasons.<br/><br/>Afterwards it was a quick stop to the stable, to ask the halfling stablemaster to prepare the Wynt carriage, which was rarely used.  He felt it would be better to escort himself, the duke, and any others who might attend, in the carriage.  He also requested that Goldie, his horse, be hitched tethered to the back so that she may stay at the royal stables when the carriage returned to the home from the palace.  That way he could ride home in the morning.  Then it was up to bathe, dress, and prepare to leave and attend court.  He was interested to see who'd be attending with him this morning other than the duke.