[Spending a few fleeting moments with Maximus hasn't done a thing to prepare her for an unexpected encounter with Ramsay. Of course she would run into the bastard while picking up some things for Theon. Of fucking course. So much for heading back that way, and she's not about to steer him towards the Stark-Fraser house, and so Claire decides then and there that they're going to be walking in circles around the market. Less likely to get stabbed in public, and maybe if she is there will be someone heroic around to pound Ramsay into the ground.
Until then--she actually hands over the cloth bag she's been carrying. Nothing of value in there but food.
Food that she can easily mash for a mouth with shards of broken teeth, thanks to Ramsay. Possibly not this Ramsay, she realizes, but she can't really bring herself to care enough to differentiate.
Claire's jaw tightens as she reels in that urge to lunge at him. He frightened her before, but now she can feel a chill run down her spine as her heart beats uncomfortably fast.]
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Until then--she actually hands over the cloth bag she's been carrying. Nothing of value in there but food.
Food that she can easily mash for a mouth with shards of broken teeth, thanks to Ramsay. Possibly not this Ramsay, she realizes, but she can't really bring herself to care enough to differentiate.
Claire's jaw tightens as she reels in that urge to lunge at him. He frightened her before, but now she can feel a chill run down her spine as her heart beats uncomfortably fast.]
Generous of you.