( margaery seems to deflate somehow, her shoulders slumping slightly and hands falling into her lap, her smile twisting into something concerned. this was a phase she hadn't expected, and perhaps she needed to keep up with things more, to anticipate—
well, some things are difficult to tell. )
You do, Sansa. We know each other from home — we're friends, you and I.
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well, some things are difficult to tell. )
You do, Sansa. We know each other from home — we're friends, you and I.