Twenty-Eighth House of Westeros ♛ Filtered/ Action ♛ The North Remembers

[songsandstories]

Are you terribly busy? [She doesn't know who else to really turn to. Lucrezia is the closest thing she has to a friend, and even then she doesn't know what to say. The king is here, but that does not help much. Sansa's brother is back, but who is she to Sansa Stark? Even after her truth loss, it hasn't made her open up any more.

But even having Lucrezia close would mean something to her. Not when it feels like someone ripped open a wound that would never heal.]



[She doesn't know what to say to him either. She should thank him for letting her stay for a time at his place, but she hasn't even been able to think of that. Not now. There is never a reprieve of this place.]

Mayhaps after dinner, if you're not previously engaged, we could walk into town? [Again she doesn't know what to say to him either, but he says they are friends, and this is what friends do, is it not?]

[For most of the day, Alayne will be sitting in the lobby. There is needlework in her hand, but however she tries to sew, her hands shake terribly. She knows Robb is out of the clinic now, but it does not ease her any more. The last two days have done a number on her nerves, and try as she might to stay calm, her hands give her away.

She has a far away look in her eyes, dreaming of home again. A time when the North was whole, and a family was never parted. It makes her fingers tremble when she thinks of it. Her head is dipped, and her wolf nudges her, whining softly. Lady can feel it, the sorrow that still beats in her heart.]

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Alayne

[fanstheflame]

Yeah, sure. I'd like that. Is Lady coming with you?

[he needs to know whether or not to bring scraps, after all. the roast he's dressing for everyone - okay, roasts, Allen gets his own - has a pretty sizable bone in the middle he thinks she'd be interested in]

Gale

[songsandstories]

She comes with me most often, save when she hunts at night. [It's rare that she's separated from the direwolf.]

Alayne

[fanstheflame]

Okay. [scraps it is, then.]. Where should I meet you?

Gale

[songsandstories]

The fountain worked last time. [She isn't much in the mood for a walk, but it's better than being in the castle for now.]

Alayne

[fanstheflame]

Okay. I'll meet you there after dinner.

[and once the time comes, he'll be sitting at the edge of the fountain, not even really caring if he's getting vaguely damp, a bag in one hand with the leftover bones for Lady]

action;

[songsandstories]

[She arrives soon enough with Lady beside her. Dipping her head in greeting, the direwolf comes to greet him eagerly.]

Good day, Gale.

[fanstheflame]

Hey. [he waved, getting up to greet Lady and give her one of the bones from the bag]

What's going on? You sounded ... I don't know. [he frowns a little, more because it was hard for him to put his finger on it] Almost like something's wrong.

[songsandstories]

[How could she explain it when he doesn't know? When no one knows. Sansa takes a deep breath.]

The king is here.

[fanstheflame]

Oh -

[his eyes widen, and he looks around, almost as if he expects him to step around a corner or out from behind the fountain. SURPRISE]

Which one? You ... you told me about a few.

Alayne

[heloise]

[ She doesn't connect Robb's arrival with Alayne, of course not. Arya is the princess in disguise. But she has never been terribly busy if she chooses. ]

No.

Lucrezia

[songsandstories]

[Much like Alayne is never busy unless she chooses to be.]

Would you mind company?

Alayne

[heloise]

Not if it yours.

Lucrezia

[songsandstories]

Shall I meet you somewhere or would you prefer your rooms?

Alayne

[heloise]

Do you ride, Alayne?

Lucrezia

[songsandstories]

Sometimes. [It isn't a favorite thing of hers, but she's come to do it a lot here.]

Alayne

[heloise]

There is a forest some ways from the castle we can ride to.

Lucrezia

[songsandstories]

I can meet you at the stables if you wish.

[wolfskin]

[ He escapes once Arya is asleep (or at least he thinks she is) exploring the castle with Grey Wind at his side. His legs need to move, the destination of little import. Perhaps it is by chance, or inevitability, that he reaches the lobby Grey Wind padding ahead to greet his sister.

Robb promised to keep her identity secret, but he cannot stop Grey Wind from being as pleased as he is at Lady's presence. ]

Alayne? [ The name leaves an odd taste in his mouth that makes him frown, footfalls slow on his approach. ]

[songsandstories]

[Grey Wind's presence gives him away sooner than his own does. Lady jumps up to see her brother, far bigger than she is. She nudges at his arm before Sansa stands. Not that many people are around though. She gives him a soft smile back.]

You should be resting. [She puts the needlework down, holding her hands in her lap to calm them.]

[wolfskin]

[ He gives the younger wolf a stroke in greeting before focusing on Sansa, or Alayne. Robb has trouble thinking of her as Alayne, it is good then that the lobby is mostly empty for they would know something was off between them. ]

I will mend no faster in bed than I would walking.

[songsandstories]

[Lady nudges him back, glad to see her brother's companion. Sansa frowns though, knowing he could damage himself further.]

Then we should sit, else you'd tear your stitches.

[wolfskin]

[ He thinks they worry too much, but complies anyway. ]

I am fine Alayne, but alright.

[songsandstories]

[She won't lose him again, and she won't see him suffer. Taking a seat beside her, she smiled gently.]

How are you, your Grace?

[wolfskin]

Well. [ He gives her something of stiff smile. Nights are difficult, sleep hasn't come easy in parts from his wounds others due to what comes once he closes his eyes. ] And you?

[songsandstories]

Mayhaps it is selfish of me, but better now that you're here. [She speaks quietly, but offers a genuine smile. It's long been since she could talk with him. It's late, but she can't sleep either. She thought she could do some needle work, to no avail.]

How is-- Arya? [It is hard to call Catelyn her mother just as much as it is hard not to.]