[She begins that, hating how clumsy she'd just sounded, and bites her tongue as Sansa continues. She feels a desperate sort of urge to take back the last few seconds, because it isn't that she was displeased by the compliment-- just the opposite, point in fact.
But there's no need to be foolish. She can't take back what she said, but she can get a grip. By the time Sansa finishes, Rosalind has taken a deep breath, settling herself down once more.]
I've never been anyone's sibling before.
[She says it softly.]
So it took me by surprise. But I'd be the foolish one to refuse it, wouldn't I? I'm flattered, Sansa. I truly am. Especially when the sentiment comes from you. It's not presuming too much, believe me.
[A beat, and then she offers her a slight smile, faint but genuine.]
Though I admit, there are some areas I lack. I can't help you with cosmetics or much fashion.
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[She begins that, hating how clumsy she'd just sounded, and bites her tongue as Sansa continues. She feels a desperate sort of urge to take back the last few seconds, because it isn't that she was displeased by the compliment-- just the opposite, point in fact.
But there's no need to be foolish. She can't take back what she said, but she can get a grip. By the time Sansa finishes, Rosalind has taken a deep breath, settling herself down once more.]
I've never been anyone's sibling before.
[She says it softly.]
So it took me by surprise. But I'd be the foolish one to refuse it, wouldn't I? I'm flattered, Sansa. I truly am. Especially when the sentiment comes from you. It's not presuming too much, believe me.
[A beat, and then she offers her a slight smile, faint but genuine.]
Though I admit, there are some areas I lack. I can't help you with cosmetics or much fashion.