[ Theon hasn’t bothered to try putting on a good bedside manner, not when he’s visiting so few people. He tries to be kind for Sansa, but is mistrust and his sharp tongue still slips in every so often. He fears the threat of losing her, but he won't put on airs when he steps through the Sanctuary doors.
He shrugs, his gaze still cold. ]
It cannot catch through the air, though I've no idea how they can be so certain. More have fallen ill, after all.
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He shrugs, his gaze still cold. ]
It cannot catch through the air, though I've no idea how they can be so certain. More have fallen ill, after all.