"I'd heard a lady of Dorne was ill," Hester said airily. Her trip to King's Landing had turned into little more than sitting at bedsides, though she dared to say that sitting at Elia Martell's bedside would prove much more amusing than Gwyn's on the best of days. Gwyn was family, that much was true, but a family's duty only held so far and Hester was more than glad to be free of it.
"Of course, an ill lady of Dorne misses out on all the gossip surrounding the appearance of another lady of Dorne, so I thought I would come to your bedside and inform you of such. It seems your traitorous vassals have sent their comely maid to King's Landing to swear fealty to our Wolf King."
Hester said all this in a rush and settled near Elia's bedside, thinking that perhaps she shouldn't stay so close. Still, at this point, Hester must have been exposed to the illnesses wreaking havoc throughout the king's city and hadn't come out with so much as a sniffle. She had a sterner constitution than even the Dornish, it seemed.