Kyra looked back at the crowd. She caught sight of Oswald- or perhaps it was Osmund, it was difficult to tell at a distance. Oswald, perhaps. Osmund had apparently decided not to appear. Her eyes moved to Gareth. She hoped he hadn't had anything to do with her husband's absence- Gareth was far too likely to make it permanent... though perhaps he woudln't have done something too permanent on today of all days. Perhaps.
"I have a champion, my lords." She faced the tribunal. "My brother, Ser Gareth Bolton."