[ The slight shudder she can't hold back betrays how much that offer means to her, although she continues to hold any tears at bay. Who knew she could feel such relief and dread at the same time? Regarding Jon Snow, of all people. ]
If that were to happen, I would be gone before they could see my face. But at least there will be no trace of Sansa Stark for them to look for, because people here only know of a lowborn girl named Alayne. You only need to look after yourself, do not concern yourself for me.
[ She wants them dead. She wants them dead. Even if Jon were to somehow kill them here... Would it hold? What if they were revived and returned home, with memory in full? There are undead here, and now she knows there are undead back home for true. Something else she wants to ask of Jon, but at another date.
She doesn't ask if he would come with her. He would have no reason to. She'll disappear alone, as much as that terrifies her.
Awkwardly, at least for one so normally graceful, she sits and picks at her skirt, looking down. It's difficult to look at him for long, given that he's such a reminder of a life so long ago. ]
Even here I am a bastard, did you know? My 'father' perished before my arrival, but he was to be wedded to a woman named Wen Qing, and so she was near to be my stepmother. Why were you seeking her? And Wrath, what of him?
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If that were to happen, I would be gone before they could see my face. But at least there will be no trace of Sansa Stark for them to look for, because people here only know of a lowborn girl named Alayne. You only need to look after yourself, do not concern yourself for me.
[ She wants them dead. She wants them dead. Even if Jon were to somehow kill them here... Would it hold? What if they were revived and returned home, with memory in full? There are undead here, and now she knows there are undead back home for true. Something else she wants to ask of Jon, but at another date.
She doesn't ask if he would come with her. He would have no reason to. She'll disappear alone, as much as that terrifies her.
Awkwardly, at least for one so normally graceful, she sits and picks at her skirt, looking down. It's difficult to look at him for long, given that he's such a reminder of a life so long ago. ]
Even here I am a bastard, did you know? My 'father' perished before my arrival, but he was to be wedded to a woman named Wen Qing, and so she was near to be my stepmother. Why were you seeking her? And Wrath, what of him?