Elia had elected for several of her guards to be dressed as smallfolk, their sword and daggers hidden under their clothing. She still had four in Martell livery but looking a little less like she and the king's neice were surrounded seemed a good idea to keep people at their ease.
For her part she'd chosen a scarlet gown trimmed round the edges with the sun and spear worked in golden thread. Her hairsticks were in, and several of her rings had their poisons refreshed as well. She also had a dagger on her for once. It wasn't the people she'd armed against but the possibility of any Northroners getting any brilliant ideas- and in a riot it wouldn't pay to be unarmed.
Elia smiled at Toria as they made their way toward the less wealthy areas. It was pointless to give out charity to rich merchants but perhaps theyd' best not venture too close to Flea Bottom. There were reports of late from that area that she had no wish to investigate.
"I might have said the Great Sept a few months ago but I think I've had sufficient time with it of late... perhaps we should see the docks and see your father's ships and Myrwin's as well? If we linger til the evening, we can always drop in on the Water Dancer as we're returning. I'm sure Uncle Sandro would appreciate the patronage."