The walls had ears. Toria remembered the secret tunnels Jaehaerys had taken her through and worried. Though she was doing her best not to break down and cry, she couldn't help but be scared. Just because the guards were here to protect her now didn't mean they'd necessarily be so dilligent later.
"I don't remember," she said, voice projecting as clearly as she could given how weak and sore she was feeling. "I remember being pushed. I can't remember anything other than that until after I woke up again. My head hurts. I think I must have given it a good, hard hit."
That would be her official story for everyone to hear. She had said she wouldn't talk, and Toria generally kept her word. However, there had to be some way to convey the truth...perhaps a letter. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke again.
"The rumours of my condition will no doubt be exaggerated by gossip," she said softly, her voice tired and weak, and yet with a serene quality to it. The man who pushed her would pay. Not right away, but she remembered his voice and that of the other one. She'd raked her nails across the face of the man who pushed her, and kicked him in the shin.
"Perhaps I can send a letter to my brothers at Casterly?"
She gave her father a pointed look - the sort to let him know that yes, in fact, she was up to something.
"I may need you to look over the letter afterward, to make certain that it's readable and that I haven't made any dreadful spelling errors, father. If you wouldn't mind."