[ his cool command of his emotions -- his even orders! they bring her a measure of comfort. and briefly (ungratefully) she wishes she had king thranduil as her protector and not a knight who seems best suited to scowling and treating her like some ill-omen. sansa knows she's to blame for being here -- but is it too much to expect some decent courtesy from ser gendry?
apparently so. ]
He is armed. [ short. succinct. sansa matches thranduil's tone. ] And even if I had a weapon, I don't -- I was never taught, your grace. But he is armed. I must put my trust in him.
[ funny, really. how she almost says that last line at a louder volume, as if desperate to show the knight she is eager to win his favour in this venture. ]
no subject
apparently so. ]
He is armed. [ short. succinct. sansa matches thranduil's tone. ] And even if I had a weapon, I don't -- I was never taught, your grace. But he is armed. I must put my trust in him.
[ funny, really. how she almost says that last line at a louder volume, as if desperate to show the knight she is eager to win his favour in this venture. ]