Mulcahy had come to the lecture to listen intently - as one of the first victims of the native flora, he had more of a want to know as much as he could than most people. The several days of illness had been the most unpleasant he could remember; he'd been sick before, certainly, very, very sick, but it wasn't anywhere near the level that it had been with this unknown plant.

He did want to thank those who'd helped cure him for their aid, and this seemed like a good time to do it. And at the very least he could stand as proof that a cure for the illness was possible, since Jude had gone a few weeks before. It would likely hearten people to know that just because something was serious didn't mean it was fatal. He'd asked for a list of people who'd made the journey, and was quite happy to see one of them before him now: the pretty young lady who seemed to have a good knowledge of farming, if he was recalling his facts correctly. Margaery, that was it.

Stepping closer to her, Mulcahy smiled and nodded at her as she turned to face him. "Miss Tyrell, isn't it? I was hoping to thank you for your help last month."