Her thoughts tried hard to bend pragmatically. Sansa steeled her arm around his -- as if, paradoxically -- depending on his help would grant her the courage to be near him. And when they reached their slim corner, she was the first to sit. As a lady, she was entitled to that mild boldness.
"Until, at least, the wood is too cold upon our backs. Stiles, we must make a fire of something or we'll--" Perish. She looked up at him from the floor -- the furs lifted to allow him space to slot in beside her.
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Her thoughts tried hard to bend pragmatically. Sansa steeled her arm around his -- as if, paradoxically -- depending on his help would grant her the courage to be near him. And when they reached their slim corner, she was the first to sit. As a lady, she was entitled to that mild boldness.
"Until, at least, the wood is too cold upon our backs. Stiles, we must make a fire of something or we'll--" Perish. She looked up at him from the floor -- the furs lifted to allow him space to slot in beside her.