[ jon is here. her brother, jon, is alive and here.
they're in the community hall. sansa had led them to the community hall, now knowing what is expected to happen; she will not chance their getting attacked out in the open spaces outside of town, like she had the misfortune of experiencing when she herself had arrived. and there will be food — plenty enough for the interlopers now present and the new ones just arriving, however it was that they've come to milton.
lady and ghost are outside, partly to keep from spooking those inside the wide cabin and sheltering from the weather, and partly so the two direwolves could get reacquainted with one another. lady is as happy as she'd ever been, sansa could feel her now, the thread connecting them growing stronger by the day. perhaps tonight she will change shape and run with the two wolves all the way to the lake, or perhaps she'll tell jon about it first so that he could bring them all back.
there is time to talk. gods, they have time to talk. sansa could weep from it, this gift of time that she had taken for granted as a foolish girl.
i will not be so foolish again, she tells herself, swears it as she plies her brother with warm food and hot drink. jon had grown into his looks, reminding her so much of both father and uncle benjen. her heart aches. ]
You should eat your fill, [ sansa remarks quietly as they sit together in a far corner within the cabin. she has some kind of savory soup and bread rolls for herself, bowl and breadplate balanced on her lap, but she's been eating slowly. she'd rather watch jon. ] It might be a while before we have this much food again.
closed ; jon snow.
they're in the community hall. sansa had led them to the community hall, now knowing what is expected to happen; she will not chance their getting attacked out in the open spaces outside of town, like she had the misfortune of experiencing when she herself had arrived. and there will be food — plenty enough for the interlopers now present and the new ones just arriving, however it was that they've come to milton.
lady and ghost are outside, partly to keep from spooking those inside the wide cabin and sheltering from the weather, and partly so the two direwolves could get reacquainted with one another. lady is as happy as she'd ever been, sansa could feel her now, the thread connecting them growing stronger by the day. perhaps tonight she will change shape and run with the two wolves all the way to the lake, or perhaps she'll tell jon about it first so that he could bring them all back.
there is time to talk. gods, they have time to talk. sansa could weep from it, this gift of time that she had taken for granted as a foolish girl.
i will not be so foolish again, she tells herself, swears it as she plies her brother with warm food and hot drink. jon had grown into his looks, reminding her so much of both father and uncle benjen. her heart aches. ]
You should eat your fill, [ sansa remarks quietly as they sit together in a far corner within the cabin. she has some kind of savory soup and bread rolls for herself, bowl and breadplate balanced on her lap, but she's been eating slowly. she'd rather watch jon. ] It might be a while before we have this much food again.
I can't believe you're here.