"This woman had the same dark curling hair as my cousin, with wayward tendrils escaping around her delicate features. (...), the same fey green eyes and tiny slender form. But Muirrin had not such a sweetly curving mouth, a mouth a man might think made for kissing (...). I had no doubt at all that this was my mother's only sister, my aunt Liadan. - Child of the Prophecy, Juliet Marillier
"Liadan follows in her mothers tradition in learning the healing arts"