"The smallfolk seldom remember the blodlines of the Great Houses," he said gently. "Colors and symbols, and the people to blame if their stomachs rumble or their crops fail or their sons die in battle. That's mostly what the nobles are to them. We don't truly have faces or names, most of us." He sighed and shrugged. "But they will I think remember you now, Lady Toria. As a generous Lannister, as you say. Perhaps they might remember you are kin of some kind to the King Regent."
He looked around them, at the faces of the populace. Too many of them lined with grief, too many a trifle gaunt with hunger. "It will help. Charity is more well-remembered than stoic silence or grave speeches... Your uncle King William has ridden through the city to view the damages," he said, making a slight change of topic but also making sure a few of the passing people would hear the conversation. "He found some areas by the harbor have not yet been cleared. I would advise you to keep well away from there, at least for a few more days."