"I'm fine," she said easily, glancing up at Klaus. Sansa thought for a moment at somehow hiding all of the things she was getting rid of, but she stopped, her spine straight, her chin high. "I trust you made it back from the jungle in one piece?" Her brows rose, and she looked him over, and motioned to chair, ignoring the spots on the carpet hopelessly stained, the darkened patch of the wall, that she had scrubbed before she had given up - it had been old when she'd tried to clean it, and she was hardly a scullery maid. "Would you like to have a seat?"
She supposed that she should tell him of Tyrion - not of what happened, but that the man was now on the station, even if Sansa would not live with him, would not allow him close to her unless she must.
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Date: 2012-06-18 03:06 am (UTC)From:She supposed that she should tell him of Tyrion - not of what happened, but that the man was now on the station, even if Sansa would not live with him, would not allow him close to her unless she must.