[She needn't worry about Sansa. She carries no weapons with her other than her words. In some ways that is why she is out there, nearly crawling through the snow. She has no allies here, no Petyr to guide her, no sworn bannermen to protect her. It is a terrible way to find them, half frozen to death on a stoop of a cabin, and in this case it is mostly unintentional since she most desperately is trying not to be the damsel in distress.
But here she stands half frozen to the bone when the woman calls out to her. Her hands clutch around her body as she shakes.]
I seek shelter. I've not much to offer, but I can cook and sew if you have need of me. [It may be low of her, but Alayne has known the life of a bastard, and she does as she is told. Sansa knows her own survival, and she does as she must.]
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But here she stands half frozen to the bone when the woman calls out to her. Her hands clutch around her body as she shakes.]
I seek shelter. I've not much to offer, but I can cook and sew if you have need of me. [It may be low of her, but Alayne has known the life of a bastard, and she does as she is told. Sansa knows her own survival, and she does as she must.]