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As all of her family rushed away to go fight, Stelsa stood in the great hall and took a moment to compose herself. Perra peeked in from the doorway. Stelsa noticed her friend, and did her best to smile reassuringly. Alone in the great hall, she sat back down at her same seat and forced herself to finish her breakfast. She was going to need all the energy she could get today. As she took her last bit of charred bacon, she quickly went over the list of things that needed to be done before Lord Tyrion's arrival. This chore was helping keep her mind off the battle happening elsewhere. 

She left the great hall, and made her way to the kitchens, checking with the kitchen staff, and the cook about tonight's small welcome feast for Tyrion. Then she got to directing a few servants here or there to quickly finish up cleaning, and setting up the guest quarters, She was so preoccupied with trying to distract herself with the preparations that she missed his arrival. Perra was the one to track Stelsa down and tell her Tyrion was at the front gate with Lady Madeline. 

A flood of feelings came over her at the mention of her stepmother. She was aggravated, worried, annoyed, angry, and slightly grateful that someone was their to great Tyrion. She made her way as quickly as she could to the courtyard, and watched as Lady Madeline lead their guests into the keep. Tyrion Lannister brother of the queen was in their home. It was bizarre, and why he choose to stop here of all places was something to ponder.