[ The suggestion makes Alayne hesitate but imperceptibly so. To cover her doubts, she turns fully to the illuminated shelves of food and ducks low to retrieve one of the many containers labeled with what Alayne now recognizes as Ned the Pie Maker's hand. He spent much of his days and nights preparing food and many of the passengers subsequently benefited from this past time (Alayne and Bran among them). Carefully she pops open the lid and gives its contents a dainty sniff. It makes Alayne's nose crinkle and quickly she trades it for another box, then another, all the while stealing glances back at Tommy while she speaks. ]

It is my duty to help him. And my sworn oath. Though my father's house is of the Vale and not the North, a lord must have his bannermen, and may collect fealties where they lay. [ She pauses only when she finds something that offends her less, then peels the lid back to offer it to Tommy to smell in kind her expression silently curious. An is it safe coupled with what is it. ] Weights, you say.