There was Kaelyn knew only one area in which the Martells excelled even that of the Maester - what was it they called Prosperyn - the White Viper. Poison. She felt as if she could be angry but was poison so much worse than an illness. Antidotes existed for poison, this sickness had no cure.
"Their treatments have had no effect on anyone," as well the Dornish girl would know, like any gossip would know. Little else was talked of. "Mayhaps I should have the Lord Commander remind your cousin of his loyalties given that he has not spoken on his own," she said sharp with worry and wear. "He serves the crown." Not his aunt or the dead dragons those these words hang between them uncertain.