[She's no weapons on her, nothing that could defend her if he tries anything. Sansa is made all the warier at his answer, but she merely rubs her numbed hands together, letting the fire give them warmth. When they seem to be able to move again, she lowers her hood and slips off the drenched cloak. It is better to hold it in her hands, letting it dry from the heat as well. She may not know if she needs to make a run for it.
But she tries not to be rude. He has let her in after all. She keeps her head bent before looking at him.]
I was with some men before they separated. [A well crafted lie, to keep him at bay.] They may come looking for me.
[No one will. No one here knows her name, Alayne nor Sansa. Her eyes flicker back to his, holding her wet cloak out.]
What is your name?
[Mayhaps it will bring clarity to the pit in her stomach.]
no subject
But she tries not to be rude. He has let her in after all. She keeps her head bent before looking at him.]
I was with some men before they separated. [A well crafted lie, to keep him at bay.] They may come looking for me.
[No one will. No one here knows her name, Alayne nor Sansa. Her eyes flicker back to his, holding her wet cloak out.]
What is your name?
[Mayhaps it will bring clarity to the pit in her stomach.]