[ the cold isn't kind to her hair, and try as her lady mother might, sansa's hair required so much treatment to meet her satisfaction. sansa misses it, the way her mother smooths out the stray hairs until the strands fell across her shoulders like silk. misses her fingers carding through them as she braids her hair into loose coils, that they might warm her while still looking presentable as the highborn daughter of lord eddard stark.
sansa approaches cautiously, as though she might offer some kindness. the other lady seems lost to her thoughts, and perhaps — well, she could attempt a good turn, if it be welcome. ]
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[ the cold isn't kind to her hair, and try as her lady mother might, sansa's hair required so much treatment to meet her satisfaction. sansa misses it, the way her mother smooths out the stray hairs until the strands fell across her shoulders like silk. misses her fingers carding through them as she braids her hair into loose coils, that they might warm her while still looking presentable as the highborn daughter of lord eddard stark.
sansa approaches cautiously, as though she might offer some kindness. the other lady seems lost to her thoughts, and perhaps — well, she could attempt a good turn, if it be welcome. ]
It can wait, though. Are you all right?