"And so you have your Dalt's," he mused, "a poor substitute," rude perhaps but the boys did not look old enough to be knighted. Though he had been knighted by their age however that had came about. Hester had surely had a better retinue that this. He should think, his father had more sense. She had only mentioned a lack of brothers but if the Dornish lord had sent only a daughter. His heir surely then. "I can only hope my own sweet ELizabeth grows up so well without a mother's influence." It brought on a related thought - do something about Vianna before that child could be influenced - there was something he didn't need.
He let her stumble over her words a little and offered her a genuine smile as his horse conveniently sidestepped pushing them together. (His horse was much better trained than hers.) "You Dornish do have bold tongues," he said with affected astonishment, amused at his own humour, he had rarely met less bold women, his own headstrong sisters and late wife had all been quick with their opinions. Kaelyn had been shy but he assumed marriage and elevation of cured her of that. Besides she'd only been shy as Vianna trumped every argument with mention of their father. He returned to encouragement, hoping for further confusion, "I thank you for your honesty, sweet Lady. I must confess if I were to see you unmarred by the dust of the road, I might be blinded by beauty." They turned a corner on the road, and the Red Keep loomed large. There would likely be a wait there, with the city just being opened and Arys did not intend to wait, he called over Donnel Waynwood - he had a good loud voice and he took up a Moon and Falcon banner and rode ahead calling. "Make way for Lord Arys, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale, Lord Protector of Gulltown, Warden of the East. Make way." Arys looked to his companion and pulled her horse deeper in the midst of the Arryn men so she was not swept aside. "A lady should not be left on the road," he explained as they picked up pace.