Syrah was gone and Elia didn't pay much attention to her surroundings until there was someone there again. Or still. "The prince is lying," she told Toria conversationally, though her gaze was focused on some point just beyond the next wall. "My prince. I'm not sure who... there are so many." She sighed. "So many lies and princes, but who was he, Toria? Blood for blood, but the fire's gone cold... could you ask Syrah to light it?"