"I said I am done fightin', and I meant it," she said as she moved to pull Niamh away from Pony, then scooped up Harold. With a baby on each hip, she said, "If ye won't give him a chance, then ye're the one losin' out. I do not need yer approval. I am tired of fightin' with ye every time we see each other. Ye cannot keep doin' this ta me. It isn't right. And if ye do not understand that, then ye need ta just... go and never come back. It would sadden me a great deal, but I'm happy where I am and with me choice ta marry Lorn. Ye just love to cast stones while livin' in a glass house too, don't ye? Judgin' me from yer high horse whilst swindlin' and lyin' to people, especially vulnerable young women." She gave a shrug, "Sellin' snake oil ta folks who need real medicine. Ye have no business tellin' me what a bad sister I am fer lovin' a man."