"Heavy furs do the trick, and if they don't, once the blood gets moving it's easy enough to stay warm," Lya said with a nod and a smile. "She's recovering quite well, I thank you for your concern Lord Domenic. She still is tired at times and requires more rest than her sister or brother, but her health is much improved. I would have been beside myself if such were not the case when I arrived."
Which was a grand understatement. Lya had always looked after the children closely, before they had left she had practically begged Will to let the children stay at Winterfell.
In the end, she had let them all go. And look what it had gotten her in return? A niece who almost perished here because someone was willing to harm a child. It was too isolated and too convenient to simply be an illness.
When she found out who had done that, she would literally have their guts for garters. There was a flash in her eyes that promised that much, it vanished as soon as it touched them though. Now wasn't the time to worry about that.