"Well that does happen. At least she's speaking. Syrah, careful with the dreamwine." He took it from the maid's hands and then gave it back to her. "No, you'd best do it. And not all of it at once."
Syrah moved slowly to her mistress's side and set about her task. The maester returned his attention to Toria.
"Don't move her, I told them. Avoid excitement..." he took a deep breath and cut off the tirade. "That damned red priestess' influence is what it is. Keep wary of those sorts, my lady of Lannister." He calmed and looked back at his patient. "She'll be sleeping for a short while, but it should be enough. I shall pray our prince does not delay a return to Sunspear." The Maester bowed, his face already resigned as he swept out of the room as swiftly as he had come, off to check on the squire one more time.