"Very. It is kind of you to ask," Kaelyn said simply. A lie. She was not well- she wanted to be gone from this place, this city. She found herself near to longing for even the Eyrie. Her stomach was turning from the scents, from the feeling of the cruel stares stabbing through her. "Only I will be much better once I've attended to some duties within the keep."
"We are glad you have returned, my lady. I hope you are not finding it too difficult to be parted from your daughter." Lady Raynholt seemed very old to just have a daugther married off, and Kaelyn worried briefly she had mixed up the names of some other lady with the councilor. Councilor. Gods, more Dornish influence. The lady before her ought to have been seeing to her own castle, lands, family.