Elia's thoughts were murky from the dreamwine. She'd meant to tell Myrwin about... but then... Someone touched her hair and she knew within half a heartbeat it wasn't Jaehaerys, wasn't Henry or Aeria. More tears fell into the pillow before she turned her head to look at Thomas.
Her smile was tired, if it could even be termed a smile at all. "My lord of Tully, why do you not?" The guards shouldn't have let him pass. She was in no mood to play at pillowgames.