Toria took a seat obediently and listened as her father mentioned finding a captain.
"A certain Tyroshi sailor, I presume?" she asked. It would make sense to be smuggling him safely to Dorne. After all, nobody knew for certain who had assassinated King Paegon and there were clearly assassins ready to strike at Starks as well as Targaryens. If they were making alliances with dragons, getting Jaehaerys safely to the rest of his Dornish kin was a good way to begin.
She took the vial and tucked it into her own sleeve, glad that this dress' sleeves flared out a little from the elbows onward. She'd simply have to mind how she walked as she approached Gwyn's room so that the vial didn't fall out and break.