His curiosity was natural, but Alayne still hesitated to share. She shouldn't if they were meant to be on the same side; all of them with alternate identities, but she also knew that the more people who know a secret, the more chances for it to be revealed. She was still too ignorant in the ways of this world to risk being outed for whatever reason by any of them... But he'd already seen her hands, and she'd already told him the half-truth, so what was tme point in concealing the rest? He might have just asked around after departing, and that would be worse, so with a very short sigh she confessed the ridiculous reality.

"Not for six years. I am to self-immolate at the age of twenty years. I expect our goals will be met long before then."

Or else she was definitely going to abandon everyone, no hard feelings. That was why she had to use this time to her advantage, and learn what she could, so that if she did end up on her own, she wouldn't ever be helpless again. Even now, she knew she was lucky that a friendly visitor happened to be who dropped in. ...Well, as friendly as expected when he likely just injured himself, despite brushing it off.

Tucking a strand of long hair behind her ear, Alayne dared to step closer to him to show she wasn't afraid and motioned to the lavish pillows nearby for him to sit; a tacit apology for her unkind reaction towards a scar that must have brought him terrible pain in the past. She glanced it over again before continuing to speak, reminded distantly of another man in another life of a girl named Sansa Stark. When was the last time she saw him? It had been another surprise visit in the night in her chambers... But that had been terrifying. This was not so much, though she remained tense.

"Does...the identity given to you generally involve walking along the roofs? Are you a spy? I suppose you couldn't answer truthfully if you were. But perhaps I can help, if you were looking for something specific."