[It's harder than he thinks, her heart beating in her ears now. She can't speak. She tries, but nothing comes out but a grainy breath. Waking up after being dead is unnerving enough-- something unnatural, creatures only Nan would tell little Bran after he pleaded for more stories. Not this.
She tries to clutch at her throat again, to get it across. She isn't so much outwardly panic, but the wheezing has gone down a little. Sansa needs to steady her breaths, trying to inhale slower.]
I can't-- [Her voice is gone. Out comes more condensation from her breath and nothing more.]
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She tries to clutch at her throat again, to get it across. She isn't so much outwardly panic, but the wheezing has gone down a little. Sansa needs to steady her breaths, trying to inhale slower.]
I can't-- [Her voice is gone. Out comes more condensation from her breath and nothing more.]