This Robin of Loxley was a comely man, she couldn't help noticing. Not that she was particularly inclined to do anything about it, but she did have eyes, after all. But she detected only sincerity in his expression, and, though it would be all sorts of foolishness, she was inclined to put her trust in him. Though only so far.

"No," she said. "Naught else is amiss." The other things that had been done to her were not things she was inclined to share with this stranger, nor with his maester friend. She hesitated a moment, then, because he had offered his name, she saw no harm in supplying her own. "I am Brienne of Tarth," she said as she let him lead her along.