Oh, and there she goes again, the red in her cheeks painfully obvious with her pale skin. "Enough," she said, although it was not quite the case. "The washbasin has free-flowing water somehow, and there is a small room where water falls like a downspout." Her brows furrowed. "There is no bath, but the washbasin can make due."

She cleared her throat. "It- I am not used to this world, and- and how things are done. My father- there was a girl who would bring my bathwater, and when my mother lived, I carried it myself." She realised then that she had forgotten Alayne's mother's name. She blanched, and tried to rack her brain, even as she could not look panicked. Oh, surely she had a name. Petyr must have mentioned it.