[ Courtesy is typically a concept that is lost on Tony, it's not that he doesn't know that people follow it (after all, Steve is a walking talking mountain of courtesy) but he never has entirely mastered the art. (Charm is most definitely a different beast.) Even now it shows with how he tries to offer his words of worry. When he sees her smile and dip her head it relaxes him just slightly, though in the back of his head he remembers Sansa. ] True, it is slightly odd isn't it? You shouldn't tell anyone, because everyone knows I'm hardly the type to do that to everyone. [ He can see the smile, though if anyone asks he'd offhandedly tell you that maybe Alayne cares for the Starks. But now that he knows that she is a Stark, it paints the smile in a different light. She's a girl who loves her family fiercely. At her words of being a Northern Stark, Tony can't help but beam before letting out the smallest of pleased exhales. When he looks at her it's plain as day that even that makes him a bit happy. ] You're trying to flatter me and it is most definitely working. It's been so long since I've even had someone say that. I've always been the Southern Stark for as long as I remember.

[ There's a part of Tony that wonders if the hair he sees Alayne brush away is the correct color. She's a Stark, but does she perhaps take after Robb in coloring (he remembers the dye, and how it was for her). Selfishly, he hopes she never stops dyeing it, if only because if she can be a Stark with that hair then he can do the same. ]

It's understandable, even I'm still a little sluggish. Your body might jut take more time, it's a horrible wait to get up to full strength again, but I've heard the end result is kind of worth it. [ There's a small pause. ] You didn't deserve to get sick in the first place. At least in my personal opinion. [ And then: ] Have you been resting? And by that I mean, actual sleeping. With your eyes closed.