Re: (ooc: playing Gwyn with permission. to... wrap this up and advance... stuff.)
"Good morning, Gwyn and Genna," greeted Toria with a curtsey in return. "And there's been no harm done. You threw a doll, not a rock, after all."
Toria smoothed her skirts over and then approached with the doll, offering it back to Genna.
"The two of you seem upset," she said. "I didn't hear all of what you said...but you're welcome to talk to me about it. Maybe I can help."
Hester Arryn's offer had been bold. A little too bold, Toria thought, considering that most of the Arryn family had been absent from the Small Feast. As the queen's kin, they should have been present. Illness or very old age would excuse not making the trip through the Eyrie, but as far as anyone knew, the majority of the Arryn family was in good health at the moment. Though, it did get Toria wondering if perhaps her father would consider having one or both of the girls foster at Casterly Rock. At the very least, Uncle William (it was still hard to think of him as King William) might consent to the girls visiting for a month or so.