“ doesn’t it, though ? “ 

    emerald hues flick upward, torn away from her own thoughts
   when the little queen speaks ;  such a pretty girl, she was, truly,
    but oh, so naive if she truly MEANT what she’d just said. 

          ( she must be speaking out of GRIEF, surely. )

    “ if it didn’t matter, would any of us CRY at the loss of a loved one ?
      would we ever mourn ?  no. it matters, your grace. it matters to all
      of us, even if we don’t care to admit it. “ 

    it’s after a LINGERING moment that she turns to leave,
        only to pause once more at the rose’s shoulder. 

      “ …….. i know it is not my place to advise you, your grace, but i
        would heavily suggest that you get some REST. the maesters
        will find you if ser loras wakes, i assure you. “