Elia touched his cheek. "I would have you stay, my lord. For a few moments... I'm tired, but your company is not unwelcome. The matter is more whether you would like to stay." The treacherous stupid part of her wanted to fall asleep here, with him. A pretty dream, to disappear with the dreamwine in the morning.
She didn't hide her sadness. "All things change, Thomas. Perhaps it is good that not everything lasts forever." With luck, Jaehaerys would soon regain his throne, the Starks would be banished, and-- and what? What chance that Myrwin would marry her to the Riverlands?