Elia's eyes narrowed. "Courtesy so quickly forgot is scarce courtesy at all." But he was correct; she had to give him news and quickly. "There's been an..." she searched for the words and spoke softly as they made their way across the cave. She wasn't fond of the way the outlaws were watching them, but what was there to do? They thought Jaers had seduced a Septa, probably. Men could be so daft sometimes. She knew Jaehaerys talked enough maidens' skirts up over the years, but seducing a Septa?
"There was an accident last evening." She stopped and looked up at Jaehaerys solemnly. "Toria fell- an entire flight of stairs in one of the towers in the Keep. She's all right, mostly, but..." She didn't want to finish. Toria Lannister was one of the least clumsy maids she knew, and there was a terrible shadow over this entire thing. "I find I mislike the portents."