He is, honestly, a little worried about Myrobalan and Melys. He is also aware of the fact that neither of them likely want him to be worried about them and that leaves him dithering a little when he sees Myr seated at what's got to be the warmest table in the place, over by the fire. Eventually though he buys a pitcher of cheap ale, takes two glasses, and brings it all over.

"Would you mind it if another Northerner sought so soak up warmth over here? I've brought tribute in the form of ale that's not technically awful."