[ soft words of agreement -- of understanding -- are said. and the conversation ends: prim and prompt as one might come to expect from the reserved lady keeper of the cothromach. but she is (at least) quite punctual upon the morrow. the next day sees her standing patiently on the very last of the keep's steps. she's dressed in gentle colours. pastels; pearlized hues; rosy golds.
and not far from her are three armed men on loan from the aelfenguard. aside from a few bare pleasantries, she does not speak with them. sansa only waits. ]
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and not far from her are three armed men on loan from the aelfenguard. aside from a few bare pleasantries, she does not speak with them. sansa only waits. ]