[ she doesn't expect to run into him. frankly, when she thinks back on the conversation they had, and the one she had with Grantaire, it probably shouldn't be a surprise; and yet, she furrows her brows when it's a head of golden hair, not black, that greets her when she arrives at the house. ]
I'm here for Grantaire, [ she says, perhaps uselessly, because why else would she be there? ] I heard he was part of the rescuing efforts, I wanted to see if he was alright.
[ the look Sansa directs at Enjolras is one that says she's half-expecting him to shut the door in her face. ]
ENJOLRAS.
I'm here for Grantaire, [ she says, perhaps uselessly, because why else would she be there? ] I heard he was part of the rescuing efforts, I wanted to see if he was alright.
[ the look Sansa directs at Enjolras is one that says she's half-expecting him to shut the door in her face. ]