"My hope is that my aunt was speaking thoughtlessly out of grief and sleep deprivation and will not repeat her mistake," said Toria quietly. "She is normally a polite and collected woman, but I know she has lost a lot of sleep keeping vigil by my cousin's side. I think the only time she's ever truly rested has been when another relative has offered to keep vigil in her place."
She contemplated what she might offer. There were things that could be offered, but none of them were hers to offer. Only the gold that she brought and had Ser Geron hold onto for her (sharp steel was a good deterrent for a potential gold thief) was really hers to offer at the moment.
"I have only brought gold, Jaer, but a man has a great deal to gain from saving the young daughter of the King Regent, and the niece of a great lord. The gold shall be your reward for the diagnosis. Other rewards will come from curing little Gwyn. Those can be discussed once it's confirmed that poison was involved, and that she can be cured."
It was still troubling her that she knew this voice. Really looking at his facial features told her that she had, in fact, seen him before. Though she couldn't recall where. All her memory was telling her was that it was at least five years ago, if not more. What wasn't matching up was the name to the voice. She couldn't ever recall meeting a Tyroshi man named Jaer, even years ago.
"Have you ever met my father, Jaer?" she inquired. "You seem familiar, somehow, but I'm having trouble remembering when I might have met you. I'm certain I was much younger, though."