"Do you?" Tyrith's brows remained raised. "That's as well then. You'll most likely meet her sooner or later- the queen has become her patron, as it were."
He turned his attention back to the table as he poured a glass of wine. "You know I love you, Lily. I would avoid what I'm sure you see as an insult if I could, but it happens that her mother may be in a touch of trouble." He glanced back at his wife as he raised the glass to his lips. "Now, say your peace, my love. I'm sure you've more commentary than that to offer."