[Sansa's a polite girl, so while she's right in knowing the answer wouldn't be no, Claire is surprised when she invites herself in. On Jamie's orders, she's taking it easy--he suffered no less than her, but he's been insistent and she's not about to stress him by arguing over something she'd tell anyone else to do. So, Claire's reclining against the pillows of her bed when Sansa steps in, mouth open to ask what's wrong when the words hit her ears: Father's gone.
Her heart sinks.]
What? [She sits up. The worst of the physical damage has been healed away, though it didn't quite restore any missing nails. She'll be wearing gloves for her own vanity for some time.] Are you certain? Have you visited the station?
[Already, she wants to say it could be temporary. Three days and he might return. But every time someone has come back in that short of a time, they've been from some further point. How does that work for a dead man?]
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Her heart sinks.]
What? [She sits up. The worst of the physical damage has been healed away, though it didn't quite restore any missing nails. She'll be wearing gloves for her own vanity for some time.] Are you certain? Have you visited the station?
[Already, she wants to say it could be temporary. Three days and he might return. But every time someone has come back in that short of a time, they've been from some further point. How does that work for a dead man?]