Do you take me for a fool? Of course you don't have a cure.
[ Theon shares her fear. In Winterfell, he had seen otherwise healthy men wither away from illnesses on occasion. Luwin was a good maester, but he didn’t have a cure-all for every ailment. Theon allows no one get too close to him, but he holds a select few people at arm’s length; the closest he’ll allow anyone to truly see him. The Stark children and his sister are those people, and he can’t bear the thought of losing them.
He glares at her, malice in his eyes to match that in his voice. Still, give him credit, he doesn't straight up tell her "no". ]
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[ Theon shares her fear. In Winterfell, he had seen otherwise healthy men wither away from illnesses on occasion. Luwin was a good maester, but he didn’t have a cure-all for every ailment. Theon allows no one get too close to him, but he holds a select few people at arm’s length; the closest he’ll allow anyone to truly see him. The Stark children and his sister are those people, and he can’t bear the thought of losing them.
He glares at her, malice in his eyes to match that in his voice. Still, give him credit, he doesn't straight up tell her "no". ]
And why should I?