"Come in, come in!!" and Euphemia set down her current project -- dirty dishes sitting in the sink, previously laden with what vegetables and leftover meat she could scrounge up for three hungry kids -- to wipe her hands on her skirt. Behind her, the tall, already statuesque Cersei stood with her own long, golden hair tied up in a style not unlike Euphie's own, clearly her handiwork, Jaime and Tyrion somewhere else in the house. "Do you mind getting that?" Euphie asked the younger girl; she shook her head in a 'No, I do not mind' and walked to the door, and opened it, only to stare impassively at Lea. She was a stranger, after all.
Euphie showed up shortly after, her grin wide and unapologetic. "Hey, you came," she said warmly, and before Lea could object, she threw her arms around the older woman in a close hug. "Let's get you in here. Do you want some water? I just had Jaime pull some up from the well, so it's fresh and cold."