Elia laughed as she took Thomas' arm. The handsome heir to House Tully looked every inch a young lord and it suited him, though she wondered how much more suited he might be recast as a farmer, or perhaps in Jaehaerys' sailors clothes... He really had the most winning smile, she decided as she let her fingers brush his wrist. He seemed strong and so vibrantly alive- refreshingly warm while the rest of the castle seemed to have taken on a decided Northron chill. "I hope you find me well, Lord Thomas, or I shall retire at once out of shame for being unfit company," she said with a wry smile.