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“You’re staring, brother.”
She is not trying to startle him,
but her keen senses could discern
his presence as though Sansa has
eyes at the back of her head. He’s
been quiet– quieter– but he is not
the only one. Sansa is exhausted.
Carmine hair seem to glint under
the candlelight as she turns her head
to welcome his words with kind eyes.
It has been so long since she’s seen
him that it almost feels like looking at
a stranger. But he is her brother. And
Sansa has missed him.