( ɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ) your hands protect the flames

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[dyingisnotdead]

[Loras risks this. Because he must; because he should.

Her brother deserves to know.]

Lord Stark.

[He lets out a breath.]

Sansa is no longer here. She's...she's gone to wherever we go, if we leave here.

[He refuses to believe what the monarchs told him.]

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[wolfskin]

[ Robb thought as much since he woke; something did not sit right as he went about his tasks, Grey Wind did not part from his side and was oddly despondent. This message message confirmed his fears. ]

What of her shard?

[ Was there nothing left of her? ]

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[dyingisnotdead]

I have it. I'll find a way to get it to you. It should be yours, of course.

[Without any doubt.]

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[wolfskin]

[ Robb exhales. ]

Thank you, Ser Loras. I shall send Grey Wind, it would be for the best that I remain scarce for now.

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[dyingisnotdead]

Yes it would be.

[He nods.]

Sansa trusted me, Robb. Trust in me, as well.

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[wolfskin]

[ Robb's expression grows still, unreadable. Trust, he asks. He wonders how he is to trust, such a thing has proven disastrous for him. ]

Thank you again, Ser Loras. [ Inhale, breathe. ] Now I must ask you to leave me to my grief.

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[dyingisnotdead]

Of course.

Of course.

[And he ends the feed.]