Brigid, being the next in age under Saorla, noticed the girl arrive, and decided to see if she needed anything since her older sisters were proccupied. She flitted over to the table the girl sat at in a fashion much like her sisters, her curly black hair floating behind her. Brigid was barely taller than the table but she stood on her tiptoes to peer at the girl with her dark hazel eyes. "Hungry? Thirsty?" She asked, her voice ringing with childlike innocence.
"Not exactly, but I'm partly in charge while she is sick." Saorla bit her lip, worried about her mother's health. "My mother is pregnant, and she left me and my brother and sister to run things for awhile."
"Ahh, rivalry." Ruairi chuckled nervously, glancing back and forth between the two. "Well, I hope that you'll put aside your differences while you're here." She smiled, readjusting Aislinn in her lap.