"Because I'm half-Stark, sweetling," said Toria. "I respect both the Old Gods and the Seven. They've both got their own power...but the Starks are better connected to the Old Gods than most people are."
Toria paid visits to godswoods from time to time. There was a sort of silent peace there that couldn't be found elsewhere. She didn't have to fully understand their power to respect them, and to guess at what they'd want.
"And I'd really prefer that you wore a dress outside. You can wear just a cloak and your shift in my chambers and in yours. A shift isn't nearly warm enough for outside."
Kyra Tyrell seemed nice enough, Toria supposed. She was about the same age, if Toria recalled correctly.
"Let's go back to your room and pick something out. I'll send your Septa away and tell her to go and pray to the Seven...it doesn't hurt to have them watching over Gwyn too, and a pious woman of the Sept would be more genuine than a young girl devoted to the Old Gods."