She was sad to lose his hand. Or -- no, not sad. But her existence felt poorer now that she was a solitary thing, disconnected from him. It hadn't been Gendry and his hand that had cheered her in that moment, but the twinned satisfaction of clean water and successful teamwork. When it came to usefulness and achievement, Sansa had so few examples to draw upon. But she would add this brief moment to the list -- the very work of sharing someone else's strength. Gratifying.
"I'm sorry to hear it," she voiced her vague sympathy, understanding that it wasn't a make-or-break experience. But iced milk with honey was a delicious treat and right now she supposed they needed all the fond memories they could muster. Memories sweet enough to carry them across a continent.
She wrung her hands together, thinking that her own palm made a poor substitute for someone else's. And she thought she might want to copy him and splash water over her face. But it had looked clumsy enough when she'd watched him do it from the corner of her eye. She didn't fancy looking like that when she did it.
"Still. Today, the water is better. King Thrandruil said I ought to wet my sleeve and therefore have water to drink as we walk farther. We have no bowls or cups or skins, after all."
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She was sad to lose his hand. Or -- no, not sad. But her existence felt poorer now that she was a solitary thing, disconnected from him. It hadn't been Gendry and his hand that had cheered her in that moment, but the twinned satisfaction of clean water and successful teamwork. When it came to usefulness and achievement, Sansa had so few examples to draw upon. But she would add this brief moment to the list -- the very work of sharing someone else's strength. Gratifying.
"I'm sorry to hear it," she voiced her vague sympathy, understanding that it wasn't a make-or-break experience. But iced milk with honey was a delicious treat and right now she supposed they needed all the fond memories they could muster. Memories sweet enough to carry them across a continent.
She wrung her hands together, thinking that her own palm made a poor substitute for someone else's. And she thought she might want to copy him and splash water over her face. But it had looked clumsy enough when she'd watched him do it from the corner of her eye. She didn't fancy looking like that when she did it.
"Still. Today, the water is better. King Thrandruil said I ought to wet my sleeve and therefore have water to drink as we walk farther. We have no bowls or cups or skins, after all."