"Then we will endeavor to send invitations to all those whose company you would enjoy, and we'll set a date... a few days hence perhaps?"
Elia sighed and waved away Toria's apology. "I thank you, but Kaelyn's actions I fear do speak more loudly. She has proven she views us as enemies unworthy of understanding, and treats us as less than vipers." Perhaps Toria could carry that to her aunt, who Elia hoped was only making mistakes out of thoughtlessness.
She paused for a moment, and a thought occured to her. As simple as tying a lace, the connection was made and she smiled. Of course. Such a simple solution. "There is someone who might be able to help more directly. A man named Jaer; if anyone in the city has a chance of identifying a poison within your cousin, it would be him. You can find him at the Inn of the Golden Hand, although he's been helping with the cleansing of the docks." Well, he would have Lazralene and Elia to help him, so it was true.