Maester Harmon handed Elia the note. It looked near illegible... or maybe that was the poppy fogging her senses. She had to concentrate to make the letters turn into words.
Her brother was coming. To Kings Landing. The parchment crumpled in her fist and she drew a shaky breath. She looked back up at the ceiling of her room and fought the urge to scream in frustration as her emotions warred with her common sense. She wanted her brother. She'd feel safer with his presence but damn him, he'd be in danger too. He was leaving Sunspear because she'd been stupid and this shouldn't have... Her eyes closed. Stop this, she ordered herself. It helped but only for a moment.
"You've read this already?" she asked Maester Harmon quietly.
The maester bowed. "Indeed, princess. Prince Myrwin's commands are being carried out as we speak."
Good, now she could be annoyed. She rubbed her eyes as her ability to keep awake seemed to be slipping away. "That's good. No food though... not.. hungry..." she managed to communicate before the poppy won.