"I think the child has a cold." You muttered with concern as you carried your child.

Jamie frowned and approached. One hand placed it on his hip as the other touched his son’s forehead. The boy had a fever.

"He’ll be fine." He reassured you. "He’s Scottish like his father, and as a child I also had colds. But that will make him much stronger when he grows up."

But you were very worried about your son, and you cared little that he was Scottish: he needed medicine.