"Oh? Have you done any while you have been here? I would love to see them." Sansa smiled politely, and was about to excuse herself before he asked her to stay, so he could draw her portrait. She paused for only a moment too long before her smile widened just a tad. "Of course I will. It's not as if there are so many other pressing concerns." She moved back to the seats, and then paused before she sat, wondering how long they would be here, just how long she'd have to keep up the facade. "Where would you like me to sit?"
She pressed her palms against her thighs, rubbing them up and down on her skirt for only a moment, for they itched, the still-red scar prickling more and more at her as a reminder, even if her movements were controlled enough not to be considered odd.
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Date: 2012-10-21 04:55 am (UTC)From:She pressed her palms against her thighs, rubbing them up and down on her skirt for only a moment, for they itched, the still-red scar prickling more and more at her as a reminder, even if her movements were controlled enough not to be considered odd.