They had been stranded together for hours, yet she had not yet lost an ounce of her manners. He was ever a ser and she seemed ever (at least in her words if not her looks) eager to agree with his verdicts. Agreement was an easier way to spend her energies; to fight him, she thought, would be exhausting.
Sansa fought back the temptation to lift a foot and rub at her heels through leather soles. At least she had dressed plainly for the quest; at least she'd had the common prescience to change her fine dress for something more comfortable before the High Queen had even spirited her away from Caer Glaem. It was still a dress, of course. But it had a cream-coloured apron still stained with smudges of blood. Not hers, but that of someone else. Someone she'd clumsily treated at the support base before everything had fallen apart. Before she'd ran -- and therefore hauled Gendry into this misery alongside her. Sansa did feel bad about it, but she thought that to acknowledge her error might invite his wrath.
And he, she suspected, must be capable of so much wrath.
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They had been stranded together for hours, yet she had not yet lost an ounce of her manners. He was ever a ser and she seemed ever (at least in her words if not her looks) eager to agree with his verdicts. Agreement was an easier way to spend her energies; to fight him, she thought, would be exhausting.
Sansa fought back the temptation to lift a foot and rub at her heels through leather soles. At least she had dressed plainly for the quest; at least she'd had the common prescience to change her fine dress for something more comfortable before the High Queen had even spirited her away from Caer Glaem. It was still a dress, of course. But it had a cream-coloured apron still stained with smudges of blood. Not hers, but that of someone else. Someone she'd clumsily treated at the support base before everything had fallen apart. Before she'd ran -- and therefore hauled Gendry into this misery alongside her. Sansa did feel bad about it, but she thought that to acknowledge her error might invite his wrath.
And he, she suspected, must be capable of so much wrath.
"We'll continue. Southwards, if it please you."