Amaltheia entered at his call, coming in and settling down at the table that had tea ready. "Thank you," she said with a smile when he poured. She added lemon to hers while he busied himself with the sugar. "I'm quite well, Trystan. Your brothers are well, also, so that's one less worry for the day. There's a storm brewing fairly near to here over the ocean, so we'll have some poor weather coming our way. I'll make certain a notice is sent out to the ships in the harbor so no one leaves port and heads straight into it." She nodded towards his violin. "Did you have trouble sleeping again?" She took a sip of her tea, leaning back in her chair as she studied him. She'd known him for a long time now, and worried about him with the added stress of his brothers both looking to fight for more. "Are you doing all right, Trystan?" He had to have been up as early as always. She wished there was more she could do to help. She suspected many were frustrated with the current state of affairs, though.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111593">@Lewi</a>