[She doesn't know how either. She doesn't know how she is here. She is preparing for the tourney, for meeting Harry the Heir, and now she is here, and somehow her dead brother is as well. When he pulls her this time, Sansa lets him. Her body trembles from it, trying not to let the tears slip from her eyes.
But if it is anyone who can see her cry over him, it is Robb himself. Sansa doesn't want to hear apologies. She just buries her head in his chest and keeps her arms around him. Alayne is long forgotten, she is brought back to the chambers she kept with Tyrion when he had told her about her uncle's wedding. She tried so hard to be steel, to be strong, but here she is with her arms around him.
No words come to mind. 'They said you were dead' comes to mind, but she doesn't wish to talk about it. She knows it to be true, but then she thinks that so does he. He seems to acknowledge it well enough in the way he hugs her tightly to him.]
Is Mother with you? [It suddenly dawns on her? She only pulls back enough to look him in the eyes, hoping beyond reason that their dead mother is also here.]
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But if it is anyone who can see her cry over him, it is Robb himself. Sansa doesn't want to hear apologies. She just buries her head in his chest and keeps her arms around him. Alayne is long forgotten, she is brought back to the chambers she kept with Tyrion when he had told her about her uncle's wedding. She tried so hard to be steel, to be strong, but here she is with her arms around him.
No words come to mind. 'They said you were dead' comes to mind, but she doesn't wish to talk about it. She knows it to be true, but then she thinks that so does he. He seems to acknowledge it well enough in the way he hugs her tightly to him.]
Is Mother with you? [It suddenly dawns on her? She only pulls back enough to look him in the eyes, hoping beyond reason that their dead mother is also here.]