Aenys smiled at the young girl; she ran into very few most days, rather, few who she ever wanted to speak with for fear that they would turn her in to the Lannisters, or worse. But this one seemed to not know her name; and if she did, she did well in hiding it.
“Tell me, little one - why are you out so late?”
The hidden auburn was only a few feet from the Bloody Gate. Surely no harm would come to her if she indulged in such a conversation of normalcy. Brightened hues move from the woman and toward the break of dawn.
"I cannot sleep, my lady.“
Lie.