"You flatter me most beautifully, m'lord." Elia curled onto the couch and sighed at the comfort of cushions and a moment of relaxation. Myrwin's letters were in her mind and Jaehaerys.... Gods but they'd be finding out whether that remedy had worked near any moment...
"I assure you, it would take much less oblivious company than that to find me wanting lately. I feel as if a good half of me is left somewhere else entirely." Dorne, mostly or worrying over Jaehaerys... "But it's good to hear otherwise." She smiled softly and chuckled. "Wine would be most welcome, thankyou, my lord. And how are you lately? I've heard no breath of gossip even- you must be keeping very quiet."