[ Irritated by his refusal to follow, Alayne does her best to stifle the indignation that wants to rear up, and releases his sleeve to properly face him, again hiding her hands when they're not in use. The red paint on her palms might still draw his attention before she hides them, though. ]

You must want to rest after such a journey. Away from here.

[ Sansa always hated horseback riding, but she resists the urge to dissolve into friendly banter. She can't talk to him as Sansa would. How should Alayne handle this? How would Lord Baelish? Give him what he wants. Well, he wants answers. What can she share without actually sharing? Finally, she drops her hood. Although auburn is beginning to peek through in certain lights, her hair is still a dark brown that he wouldn't recognize, though not nearly as dark as her shielded gaze. ]

Longer than you. Not long enough to call it home, as I would the Vale.

[ Now she watches him, gauging his reaction before daring to continue. ]