A chuckle escaped Sandro at her tone. "Dorne is too separate, too like a foreign land to them. It makes a good excuse. And my nephew is not perhaps the sweetest of princes."
He sobered and drank the last of the tea before he answered that question. "A late summer fever," he said sadly. "It happens from time to time- the water, the canals- if it becomes too still..." he shrugged. "It did not seem to hit Braavos so hard as it has Kings Landing. Perhaps because it has come before. Who can say?"