[Instinctively, Claire wraps her arms around Sansa's slender form. This poor girl--and Claire doesn't even know the half of it.]
It's all right. [All right to cry--God knows how often she does it herself. She rubs her back for a moment before holding her tighter. Sometimes, it just feels better to let it out.]
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It's all right. [All right to cry--God knows how often she does it herself. She rubs her back for a moment before holding her tighter. Sometimes, it just feels better to let it out.]