Tyrith watched Jaehaerys carefully but nodded after a moment. "It is as you say. This will bear more investigating at the least, your grace..."
"As for Princess Elia, I will send a message at once if you wish." He was drawing out the parchment from his desk when the knock on the door sounded. He glanced at Jaehaerys. "My son, Tymor. If we are to keep your place here, I think it best he know."
Tyrith himself went to open the door and he allowed a small smile to see his eldest was apparently none the worse for his unique morning. "Come in, son. There's wine and bread somewhere about." He opened the door just enough to let Tymor in and closed it once more.