Elia laughed delightedly at Hester's entrance. "Gossip is a far better cure than any thing a Maester could ever dream up." She sat up with wide eyes though at the news. "The Daynes sent a messenger? Which maid--Oh, Seven help them. It isn't Isobel is it? Blonde, pretty, trips over her own tongue, and her hem for that matter...?" She'd heard of Isobel Dayne though they'd not met. The Dayne children were not exactly a part of the Water Gardens, nor were they entirely welcome among the noble houses of Dorne, where memories were a bit long. Isobel Dayne was reputedly fair but a wilting flower at best and a dim star to be expected to hold Starfall.