"Gods be merciful," said Toria in a hushed whisper, rushing toward her fallen cousins. Lightly, she touched Gwyn's forehead. It was clammy. The girl seemed to be breathing, thankfully, but Toria had no idea what might be wrong with her little cousin. Unless she had been so worried that she hadn't eaten...
Either way, they had to get her to a Maester. Or rather, they had to get a Maester to Gwyn.
"Genna, if you'll lead the way, I can carry Gwyn to her bedroom. On our way, we'll find someone to fetch a Maester. A Maester will know just what to do."
That was perhaps the one advantage to this happening at this time. With so many noble houses great and small here, there was also an abundance of Maesters available. If they were really lucky, they'd find a Maester en route rather than someone to go and find a Maester. Carrying her for a long time wouldn't be pleasant, but as she was just a small six year old girl, and Toria had to carry her cello from time to time, she felt she could manage.
Toria picked her unconscious cousin up with every bit of care that she would have afforded to an oversized newborn infant. She minded Gwyn's head, and positioned the girl so that her body leaned against Toria's for support. She held her with both arms, and waited for Genna to lead the way.