Sandro's eyes narrowed as he watched her movements. Guilt. "Elia," he said with a warning tone, and he continued in Valyrian. "You are telling me this story." He took her arm with a grip that would not brook argument and walked toward the doors.
His rooms were far removed from the court but he did not trust the spiders not to be listening, so he steered their steps toward the oft-forgotten godswood. Sandro's expression was one of weary exhasperation, "Now. Tell."