Toria looked up at Harper as if she'd just been woken from a trance. And perhaps she had. Toria had been throwing herself completely into the task at hand. Her first composition that was being written for anything aside from her own entertainment...and it had come as a personal request from the King for his departed betrothed and Toria's dear friend. It had to be just right. It had to honor Elia appropriately, and if Toria did well, it would have other benefits as well. It would help quash rumors about any ill intent House Lannister might have had toward House Martell (although anyone who believed them was a complete idiot, in her opinion). It would establish her as a friend to the royal family in their time of grieving.
"I suppose you are right," said Toria, setting down her flute for the moment. She looked out the window to note the sun's position. It seemed she had been practicing and writing for longer than she'd thought.
"Thank you," she added. She was too emotionally flat to be deeply concerned about their father acknowledging Harper, and understood logically that this wasn't something to be upset at Harper for in any case.