Kaelyn crossed her arms and ignored the mention of the night before's excesses. "Yes, and apparently the fairytales she made to go along with those faces as well. If you want to learn about the court speak with Lord Haine, not a six-year-old child." Her lips tipped upward in something that would have been a smile if her eyes hadn't been quite so accusatory. "I ought to ask you to see Ser Oswald- he is the master of coin after all..." She shook her head. "No, I'll see your debt is paid, little sister. Never you mind about the coffers," she said with a sweetness thick enough to strangle. "You need not fear on that account- it is always our pleasure to absolve you of all that is unpleasant."
Kaelyn spun on her heel and continued down the hall.