"Generally," Sandro echoed with a wry smile. He was fiercely proud of the boy- he'd come far from the foolish whelp his sister had shoved into his ship so long ago. Though not too far. It was the nature of suns to burn things from time to time, after all.
"It was most informative." He rose and bowed to her. "I hope I do not need to feel myself at death's door to find such a beautiful angel again, my lady. It is good to speak with someone who has a memory." He made to leave but stopped to fix her with a worried gaze. One might occasionally steal a ship from one's friend, but it did not mean one did not value the friend. Business was simply business. Alethea was in danger of crossing Tyrith Lannister simply by being herself, and those who crossed the Great Lion had strange habits of becoming suddenly not there any longer.
"Alethea, perhaps it is best you are finding a guard- it is the fashion now. Your puppy is most useful, but this place is not being itself."