[ Ygritte is kind of dumbfounded into silence, for once. Not only does this man seem completely unfazed by her, not considering her a threat nor dangerous, but he seems almost casual about their confrontation, as though he was expecting - and welcoming - company.
She lets a myriad of expressions war with themselves on her face, until she decides on one; naturally, indignation. ]
I'll have y' know, my fingers're clean. Washed 'em in the icy river, m'self.
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She lets a myriad of expressions war with themselves on her face, until she decides on one; naturally, indignation. ]
I'll have y' know, my fingers're clean. Washed 'em in the icy river, m'self.