[ Lips pursed, she says nothing in response to Winterfell before leading the way to somewhere more private. It might seem odd, but the open air is as private as it gets around here, although the rubble isn't much to look at. There's a courtyard that's mostly untouched, and a bench not to near prying ears.

Here she can finally answer. ]

Winterfell was Sansa's home, and silly girl somewhere in hiding, wanted for crimes she certainly likely did not commit. I'm Alayne Stone. You understand?

[ A bastard, like you, goes rather unsaid. ]

I never expected to see anyone from Westeros here, but I feared it could be possible. Who is to say a Lannister isn't next to show their face?

[ ooc: My bad! I definitely misunderstood, just going off him not trusting her either. We can redo if you like! Easy peasy. ]