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[ The camera comes on and here is Alayne Stone (yes, the same Alayne Stone that supposedly bled all over her bedroom floor when demons still ran amok on the Tranquility). To her credit, she's looking much better (much more healthy than she probably has any right to be). But that's the beside the point.

The camera comes on and here is Alayne Stone and she dips, giving the same perfunctory bow that she is known to give upon greeting. Though an effort has made to make herself look tidy, her brow is pinched with worry. Her words are quick and, often, she looks off camera at something out of sight. ]

My good Tranquility, [ she says in greeting, her clip not terse per say, but approaching it. ] I am looking for a man. I— I do not know his name, but should he see my face he will remember our acquaintance.

Twice now he has come to my aid. [ He avenged my death. He gave me a terrible knife. ] And— and I find myself in need of his aid once again. [ A pause and then, squaring her shoulders, she looks into the camera and says simply (as if it were directly to the man in question). ] It is a matter of wolves. Please— [ She is about to entreat him, but thinks better of it. (He does not seem the type to be swayed by begging.) ] —do not remain silent. I know you watch and listen.

I will eagerly await your word. [ A pause and then Alayne dips again, more awkwardly this time (she wishes she could say more). ] —thank you.

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[Twice was two times too many, he knows. He shouldn't respond. But she's left it open for anyone to see, and she isn't the only one he's spoken to on this ship, nor the only one he's refused to give him name to. He doesn't want her opening up the floor for discussions on him.]

Think I already told you: I don't know about wolves.

A matter of wolves?

[the voice simply sounds curious]

[ She's panting now, hair hanging down in her face, slick with sweat -- but she knows this girl and she knows her wolf, and she pulls herself together enough (it's not safe, can't stay human, have to keep moving, avoid the thread, kill the threat) to reply. ]

Lady?

[With Robb gone after Lady, their number is very small: Bran and Alayne, and only Summer to guard them. The added safety Grey Wind afforded them is gone; Robb's direwolf left with him without question.

Bran listens to his sister's request, and he knows that she is worried over so much--over her wolf, over their situation, over the danger that might yet encroach their safety, though Summer is a good bastion against such threats, and even now, Bran's direwolf paces before the door. But Alayne must worry over the dangers outside their safety, too, the dangers to Robb and Lord Baelish.

He searches his sister's face, after she has made her request. He does not know the man that she speaks of, and he will not listen when she speaks to him, should he answer. There are secrets, he thinks, and looks to Summer, still pacing that tense and nervous line. His direwolf protects them, so he cannot send Summer out to search for Lady or for Robb or for Grey Wind, but as he watches, he thinks.]

Sansa. [He says her name quietly--they are alone, so it is safe to say, but still he treats her name as a precious thing; he is careful with it now.] Sansa, there is another way to find Lady.

Are you still in need of assistance?

What troubles you, Alayne? Are you well?

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