"That is good to hear. William needs all the support we can muster, I fear.... for there are a lot of unknowns." The way most of the Westerosi exiles had died within days or been lost entirely still did not sit well with Tyrith and the unknown fate of those aboard Jaehaerys and Aeria's ship... the identity of Paegon's assassin. His daughter's suspicions about poison having something to do with Gwyn Stark's illness echoed in his mind as well.
He sighed, feeling suddenly tired. "A fine mess these events have landed us all in." He would rather have faced tigers in lost jungles or the smoking ruins of Valyria rather than these mires.