[ with others, sansa is a distant girl. she maintains a space about her person which few are permitted to violate -- as though, perhaps, she fears getting near even the jolliest of courtiers. but exceptions are made for blood and for certain allies. therefore she wastes no time in wrapping her slender fingers gently around her brother's wrists and initiating a careful connection between the two of them.
it isn't quite a hug. but she pulls strength from his height and his solidity. ] A soldier has come to me from Caer Glaem: they are under attack by a terrible beast, and we are close enough that...
[ the jabberwock is likely to come here next. ] I have need of you and Jon. I am no soldier, Robb. I am no commander.
[ Without thought a hand falls on top of hers, a gentle return of the connection. He knows not to push, that simple gestures of comfort should be enough to ease, to remind her she always has his support. She can have his strength if she needs it.
His brow furrows as she speaks. ]
It could come for us. [ It will, he thinks, it this beast thirsts for blood it will come from them, for the city. They would need to prepare as well as they can, sure up defenses─ ] You have our swords, Sansa. [ That was never in question. ] Did this soldier tell you anything of the beast he faced?
[ for all her poise, her grip grows to be like a vice. needy and insistent. ]
He -- he demonstrated something of its foulness. He was already wounded. I've fetched healers for him but...the injury, Robb. It was [ grotesque ] awful.
We have what's left of our aelfenguard and our soldiers after Morla attacked before the -- before winter. [ and then, more carefully: ] We have sorcerers.
If this beast is as terrible as you have been told I fear soldiers will not be enough. [ Once the thought of magic and sorcerers would have been laughable, now however─ ] Use them, they may be the only hope we have to weather the attack.
Upon the last attack -- [ her courage falters. she raises her eyes to the red leaves. ] We nearly fell. The entire city. It pains me to think of putting these citizens through the same horror once more.
We shall not fall, Sansa. [ Strong as the Weirwood, strong as their father. He will be strong for them all if need be. ] It is will not be easy, but they will have no hope if action is not taken. Shelter those who cannot fight and embrace those who can, they deserve the chance to defend their home if that is their wish.
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it isn't quite a hug. but she pulls strength from his height and his solidity. ] A soldier has come to me from Caer Glaem: they are under attack by a terrible beast, and we are close enough that...
[ the jabberwock is likely to come here next. ] I have need of you and Jon. I am no soldier, Robb. I am no commander.
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His brow furrows as she speaks. ]
It could come for us. [ It will, he thinks, it this beast thirsts for blood it will come from them, for the city. They would need to prepare as well as they can, sure up defenses─ ] You have our swords, Sansa. [ That was never in question. ] Did this soldier tell you anything of the beast he faced?
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He -- he demonstrated something of its foulness. He was already wounded. I've fetched healers for him but...the injury, Robb. It was [ grotesque ] awful.
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I pray he shall live through them. [ They may have need for him should the beast come. ] Do we have anything we can use to combat it?
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