[ Tommy shrugs. A coarse, boorish gesture and what that carries with it the implication that payment is not necessary. If Sansa were here, she would no doubt be eager to accept it — hungry for both Tommy's approval and whatever glean of favor may have come along with it. It was only right for a sister to want to see her brother made stronger and that is what Tommy now offered. But where Sansa would nod and bow and say thank you, Alayne allows her glance to linger (not wary or suspicious, but present). All things come at a cost; whether that cost is hidden or writ plain makes no difference, and although Tommy does not seem eager to deceive Alayne she does not speak the words of agreement that Sansa would no doubt say.

Turning back to the cabinets she withdraws a bowl, then two, before shutting it again. ] My homelands are afflicted. The war that rages through its veins has spread to every corner, like an unbidden sickness. My father and I have done all that we can to remain free its thrall, but— [ Alayne ducks her head. ] It would not grieve me to be here were he with me.