Tyrith chuckled with sympathy. "I am well, and your sister. But I fear this is a matter more of business," he admitted. "My daughter came to me a few days ago with a most worrisome theory. She had noticed that little Gwyn's illness is not bearing any resemblence to any case of the plague she's yet heard of and it was weighing heavily on her mind. Have the maesters said aught of her illness seeming strange?"