Re: afternoon- at the joust
"Camp beds are frightfully small, are they not, Uncle?" Jaehaerys grinned, although his expression faded a little at the look in Myrwin's eyes. It was a look he recognized from his mother's face and it was just a bit more worrisome in Myrwin.
"I'm in swords," he said easily but glanced again at his uncle. "I've not the Sun's thirst for a melee."