She was still with Maester Lupin in the same clothes she had ridden in earlier. But, this time, her hair had been pulled out and was lying in untamed curls down her back. There was a smile on her face. She shouldn't have been surprised that the girl was from Dorne. She held herself different from the other Northerners. Her stance was more relaxed and she acted more at ease with herself as she laughed and sipped on mead that Fleur wasn't allowed to touch in fear of becoming drunk for all of the Court to see.