"Yes, and the wenches were too," said Tymor. He didn't miss that very deliberate pause.
He let Elia examine his hand. It didn't bother him as long as she didn't press down hard on one of the very clearly bruised spots.
"How are you, Princess Elia?" he inquired. "I heard about the mishap the other day."
He sincerely doubted his aunt bore Elia any ill will. If Lyanora had a problem with her, she would have stated it very clearly. Subtlety and tact weren't exactly strong points of hers. At the same time, he didn't know if Elia knew that it really was just an accident and not an attempt on her life. After what had happened to her and to poor Princess Aenyris...well, small wonder she'd be mistrustful of Starks.