(There is much to be done, much to be processed, but he does his best to concentrate on what is immediately at hand. At some point he will either have to tell Ned the truth of his relation to Sansa or try to explain away the comment that Robb had made as to being her brother. He'll have to deflect the questions that will inevitably come with Alayne's reappearance, as well. And then there is the matter of caring for the girl herself. He will stay until she has recovered, he thinks. And then he will take his leave. The climate doesn't suit him anymore.
He doesn't like Robb's raised hackles. He doesn't like the way that she had spoken before she'd died. He's seen the scar that she bears, now, one that he supposes is fitting for the mockingbird and his daughter. He doesn't like the weight that she seems to settle in his very blood.)
Still, he sits by the foot of the bed, back against the wall, his fingers threaded through each other like a short patch of latticework.
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(There is much to be done, much to be processed, but he does his best to concentrate on what is immediately at hand. At some point he will either have to tell Ned the truth of his relation to Sansa or try to explain away the comment that Robb had made as to being her brother. He'll have to deflect the questions that will inevitably come with Alayne's reappearance, as well. And then there is the matter of caring for the girl herself. He will stay until she has recovered, he thinks. And then he will take his leave. The climate doesn't suit him anymore.
He doesn't like Robb's raised hackles. He doesn't like the way that she had spoken before she'd died. He's seen the scar that she bears, now, one that he supposes is fitting for the mockingbird and his daughter. He doesn't like the weight that she seems to settle in his very blood.)
Still, he sits by the foot of the bed, back against the wall, his fingers threaded through each other like a short patch of latticework.
(He is not himself, either.) ]