"I... have not asked," she admitted quietly. And she had not. Who would she ask? Zoe, who already had tried to explain this world to her, and Sansa could not understand? Alistair, who was just as in the dark as she had been? There was no one that she could just ask, without worry of them knowing too much about her, without wondering if they would tell her the truth.

"Although I think I have largely... somewhat... figured it out. It is so very different than home." She paused. "The machine in the wall gave me bread, yesterday." She hated how awkward she felt, how exposed in the clothes that had been provided. "Do you know what's in the walls?" Alayne tried not to look quite so hopeful, but it was difficult.