Sansa seems to be deep in thought when he approaches the carriage but the movement catches her attention enough for her to look up. At first, she looks tense until she realizes that it's him and she forces herself to relax. Then she shifts over to make room for him on the bench seat unless he wants the one across from her.
"Good morning, Lord Baelish." She nods her head in greeting.
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Date: 2016-11-28 05:27 am (UTC)"Good morning, Lord Baelish." She nods her head in greeting.