"Oh. The king and queen chose a piece of land, as well. Neutral territory for those on the council to convene in." She steps further into the room, settling on the cushion and adjusting the bag from her shoulder, settling it onto her lap. "I brought you something from Wyver."

A pat to the bag, which she soon is offering to Claire. Inside, she'll find a number of herbs and plants from the jungles of Wyver, specifically.

It's quiet here. Too quiet and still, and she wonders just what Claire's been doing.

"No, thank you." Twisting now, to look at Claire more carefully. There's not concern detectable anywhere in her eyes or expression, but there is a sort of... hesitation as her gaze flicks over Claire's face. Searching, searching, searching for any sign that something is amiss. "He didn't come here, did he?"

Ramsay.