Elia's shock turned to wariness before habit faded it into a mask of polite welcome and she curtsied. She was going to have her maids flogged. Kaelyn Stark? What were they thinking? Then again. How could they refuse the woman? Gods she wanted to be back in Sunspear with her brothers and Karlyx and no more bloody wolves. She wanted Aeny to surprise her here, Aeria to be waiting in the great hall, Paegon riding into the yard from a hunt, Jaehaerys to run in and drag them all out on a whim to chase a white hart...
"There is nought to forgive your grace," she lied. She was going to have them clean the room over again. Twice. "It is an honor. I realize how busy you are these days- it cannot be easy to take such moments aside. Pray, would you care for wine? Dates?" Elia's voice held a tone of rote courtesy she was too tired to banish but as she moved into the room she stumbled slightly and winced.
"Pardon me, I fear I am over-tired this morn." She took a seat, knowing it was rude but not much in a mood to care. Her head was swimming more than a little and it would've been far worse to fall prone in front of a wolf. Please be quick, she prayed as she looked expectantly at Kaelyn. Her side and wrists throbbed and the masks were falling away under the strain of just not crying. She should have accepted the dreamwine this morning.