( ɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ) your hands protect the flames

[wolfskin]

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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.]