Is it not perils that drive men from their homes, more often than joy?

[ She hesitates. But she has already given her name, and their descriptions; their names will be obvious to any who know of them. ] The man is Petyr Baelish, my lord father, and the boy is Robert Arryn, who answers to Sweetrobin; he is my father's ward, and I am the nearest he has to a mother. Oh - and the girl is Mya Stone.