So far, she has liked Tyrion. He doesn't talk unnecessarily, and he reads all the time. The ideal person, as far as she is concerned. She flashes a faint smile.

"Just conversation. I was knitting baby things, she was embroidering something for you. Stop that."

The last two words are not directed at Tyrion, but at a hyperactive child kicking her hard in a rib, evidenced by her putting a hand to her side and pushing the offending leg into a new position.