Emryn looked less than happy about disturbing her and Dymon threw up his hands muttering curses but Elia ensured they opened the doors for Toria. The maid was a likely candidate to be her neice and in any case, the Lannisters were allies at least for present. Not to mention that Elia liked Toria. She was certainly easier to be around than most of the court ladies.
"Toria, just enter!" she called, though her voice wasn't as strong as it might have been on another day. But the honeyed wine and some lighter potions courtesy of Lazralene had dulled the pain to bearable. "Ignore Dymon. He only growls." This earned her a mutinous look from her captain which Elia replied to with only a sweet smile.
Her wrists were covered and she lay under a blanket- she only hoped it was enough to hide the gravest problems.