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                                  ”—- When is Arya for you not a nuisance?” He turned slightly to her. He regretted it not better to have under control. Jon shook his head and looked down.

               ”—— There is nothing to thank. You know you can talk about anything, or come to me when you have trouble or worry with me.” He swallowed hard.

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                   Never, she thinks viciously, her
         thoughts taking a violent, aggravated 
         hue and yet she doesn’t say as much.
         In the morrow, she will apologize. All
         will be well. It has to be.

                    Instead, she clambers off his
         bed, hands clasped in front of her.
         She should let him go to sleep, Jon
         still smells strongly of wine, much like
         the King and Sansa has to will herself
         not to wrinkle her nose at the scent.

                    “Goodnight, Jon. Safe sleep.”