She felt so small and frail in her father's arms, but there was some comfort in being carried by him. He was still every bit the warrior, so she knew she wasn't too heavy for him to carry. At least for a short distance. There was also comfort in being surrounded by guards who were loyal to House Lannister, all armed.
The shock was wearing off, and she felt the urge to cry coming on. Someone had just tried to kill her. She was afraid, and her body trembled a little just thinking about it. Then there was the matter of her injuries. She hurt all over, although she didn't think that anything was broken. She could move her body. It simply hurt. It was only Lannister pride that prevented her from crying right now, and possibly a dash of Stark stubborness that she'd inherited through her lady mother's side.
There was so much she wanted to tell her father about what had happened, but he was right. This was a bad place to talk about it. She obediently stayed silent for a few minutes as they made their way cautiously through the keep, until a question occurred to her.
"If we're not going to my room, could you have Desmera summoned to wherever we're going, father?"
Her formidable personal maid would take excellent care of her, and knew all of the little things that tended to make Toria feel better when she was ill or upset about something. Perhaps a bath, and then Desmera could brush her hair. Toria found it soothing sometimes.