Sansa makes a low noise of acknowledgment but chooses to say nothing else as he leans forward to tell the driver to start them on their way. She studies her hands, playing her fingers together like she has a habit of doing whenever she might be nervous or deep in thought. It's easy to tell that she isn't nervous, though.
After awhile, she lifts her head. "It will take time now that winter is here. What are you going to do in the meantime?"
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Date: 2016-12-08 04:29 am (UTC)After awhile, she lifts her head. "It will take time now that winter is here. What are you going to do in the meantime?"