The more she heard Jaers talk, the more certain she was that she wasn't simply wrong or imagining things. This was a voice she should know, she thought. Unfortunately, she remained perplexed as to where she'd heard it.
"I will have to make certain that my aunt goes to rest first. I have already been helping watch over Gwyn, but...Aunt Kaelyn mistrusts the care of anyone who is not northron and I think the Maester of Winterfell has completely overlooked the very possbility of malice. Gwyn is being treated for the plague, but none of her symptoms match the plague. She'd be dead already if that was what she caught, and I'd likely be ill by now, too, for all the time I've spent around her."
Toria sighed a bit.
"I'd prefer not to hide things from kin, but I don't want to alarm them with my suspicions when I have no proof or professional diagnosis. If someone with your skill were to identify signs of poisoning and what poison it might be...then I'd be able to approach my uncle about it without seeming paranoid."