She wiped her face with her sleeve, and then turned to see if he was there, and- Oh, Gods. He was gone. She sniffled, and stared out at the endless sea of space, pulling in breath after breath, her face hot. Her eyes still leaked tears, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking- Arya would stare, then probably break something. Or draw on the windows. Bran would stay, forever, just watching the stars. Her mother and father would have stood together, and Robb- Oh, how her heart ached for her brother - would have been torn between the window and his family.

She realised, then, that Jon would have been back by the door, staring out at the reaches of space all the same. She turned, and was obviously surprised when she realised Klaus was still there - standing up straighter, trying to wipe at her eyes, finding her voice. "I'm so- forgive me, my lord, I was- I was overwhelmed, and- My family--" It was the first time that 'Alayne' had not spoken of her father alone, and she could have kicked herself. "I mean, my father. He would have loved this." When the truth was, she could not see Petyr Baelish staring out at this unflinching. She could not see him able to stare into the universe and have it stare back. "You do not have to stay." She did not particularly want him to go, but it was the only thing she could say.