Morgan does not often come backstage during the band's performance, so Thane is surprised when he sees her slip through the curtain, her eyes seeking him out.
He notes the odd expression on her face and crosses the room immediately, remembering their first embrace in this very spot after Morgan first arrived from Scotland.
With that memory vivid in his mind, he gathers her into his arms as he did on that day. This time there are no tears and no hysterics.
Morgan returns his kiss warmly, then draws back to look him full in the face, clutching his vest tightly to forestall any precipitous attempt on his part to escape.
"Thane, listen to me. Mathair is here."
He jerks reflexively but the calm emanating from Morgan reassures him.
"She isna here to take me back. In fact, she willna go back. She has left my faither, Thane."
Thane's initial shock echoes hers. "Left him? Left Duncan Campbell? Lass, people donna leave Duncan Campbell unless Duncan Campbell wishes them to leave."
"She isna juice any 'people', Thane. Remember, she is a clan chief's daughter herself. Alistair Cameron willna allow anythin' untoward to happen to her. There are many Camerons in this country, and not all have forgotten their Highland roots, aye? She will be safe here."
Thane, the memory of the beating he took at the hands of Duncan Campbell's men still sharp, looks skeptical but does not express his doubts.
"Well, then. Where is she, the woman who bequeathed you her great beauty?" He smiles indulgently at his beloved, and she returns his smile with one that makes him go weak in the knees.
"Come, Thane! She isna any more patient than her daughter when it comes to braw, strapping lads like yourself. She canna wait to see you again!"
Morgan drags Thane through the curtain and back into the bar, where he renews his acquaintance with her lovely mother.
Heather has officially arrived in TEKville.