[sansa blinks. knight stands and dips his head, drinking the corruption from lance as best as he can.]

Oh––obsidian. The Maesters say it comes from volcanos, not dragons. It's just a name.

[she offers a small wistful smile.]

It must be wonderful to fly.

[her mouth twist sympathetically. it occurs to her that she has no idea what she'd say to her trueborn siblings, if they turned up.]

I know I should go back and save the North, but I'd rather stay here where people are kind to me. For me, it's easier to try and solve curses and treat corruption than to fight wars and keep everyone from wanting me dead. Of course I know what it is to miss home, but I don't know that one kind of danger is better than another.

[she waits, holding a hand over the wolf statue to test its warmth. knight continues to drink. if lance wants to leave, he can. lady is not afraid, so neither is sansa. she smiles grimly.]

I'm afraid I must ask you to call me Alayne where other people might hear, though, until I'm able to tell everybody my name. I should like the chance to explain myself, if I can.