[She sniffles as she starts to move, nodding at his words. Sansa has to cut through a few yards, but it will get her to him quicker than walking around the street and then up. Her pace is brisk, hoping the friction from walking will give her some warmth.]
'M heading toward the main street. [Kicking through snow and bundling herself as much as possible, Sansa keeps the device low. They're still a few streets a part from one another.]
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'M heading toward the main street. [Kicking through snow and bundling herself as much as possible, Sansa keeps the device low. They're still a few streets a part from one another.]