"I don't think it's a matter of being determined not to look," said Toria. "I think it's a matter of it not occurring to anyone to look, because she is a small female child and therefore there's nothing to be gained from poisoning her. Or something ridiculous of the sort."
There were other possible reasons as well, though Toria suspected that for a northron maester, that would be the reasoning. Other maesters might have less benign reasons. She didn't care to think of that at the moment. What Toria wanted was answers, and solutions if they could be found.
"I appreciate it, Jaer. I really do. The poor child does not deserve to suffer for no other crime than being William Stark's daughter."
This was really going to be nagging at her until she got some other hint as to who he was. The only thing Toria was certain of was the fact that he was not, in fact, Tyroshi. She had met so few Tyroshi that she would have remembered him by now. There was also the matter of his voice. Sailor or no, someone born and raised Tyroshi would have a stronger accent, she felt. Unless he'd been a sailor since he was...five.
"Will you be able to come along now? All I need to do is offer to relieve my aunt Kaelyn or whomever is watching Gwyn at the time."