Tyrith's eyes widened and he didn't hide his surprise. A Tully of all people, and a Martell? He had met Elia of Dorne and spoken to her on occasion, at various tournaments and in the course of court events at the Red Keep. "Elia Martell? Perhaps some maids are better to look at than to hold. Her brother has refused every offer for her hand since before she flowered... I've heard he has become more protective of her since Queen Aeria disappeared." The fact that Martell men-at-arms shadowed their princess even to feasts spoke volumes.
He smiled. "Yes, for all his Northron strangeness, he has done well. Though you might tell the smallfolk that, as they seem to disagree somewhat."