[ games are all she's ever known -- but that part of her had just begun to unwind, here in the fleet. with robb and bran and even jon, she'd begun to be herself again. but better (she likes to think) because she feels true and honest joy in arya's well-being.
hells, she doesn't even protest too much when the younger girl grabs her by the elbow and drags her onward. sansa grabs a handful of silk skirts and raises them inches out of the muck. and when she runs two steps behind her sister, she feels her heart thundering in her chest. fear and adrenaline threading wildly with each other. ]
Stop it, [ she huffs through puffed cheeks but her heart isn't in the fight. after all, she's obeying arya despite it all. ] Where are we going? Have you given any thought to -- [ huff huff ] -- where we're running to?
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hells, she doesn't even protest too much when the younger girl grabs her by the elbow and drags her onward. sansa grabs a handful of silk skirts and raises them inches out of the muck. and when she runs two steps behind her sister, she feels her heart thundering in her chest. fear and adrenaline threading wildly with each other. ]
Stop it, [ she huffs through puffed cheeks but her heart isn't in the fight. after all, she's obeying arya despite it all. ] Where are we going? Have you given any thought to -- [ huff huff ] -- where we're running to?