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Who: Sansa Stark + YOU
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide.
Action: Blue Fish
When: This morning.

Jon Snow and Bran Stark have left the Fleet. Condolences to those who may have befriended them while they were here; Gods-willing, we shall see them again.

[ sansa's message is short -- abrupt, and almost stripped of its emotion. she avoids broadcasting anything but simple text because she does not trust herself to maintain her mask, so to speak. as it is, she's cried too much. losing bran and jon feels like opening old wounds packed with grief. it makes her feel like a little girl again: weak, and mewling.

but she does add: ] I dread leaving, as they have left. Do others in the Fleet want to stay?

[ later, she can be found sitting on the floor of her personnel office. she has taken the furs from her bunk and has spread them across the ground, and she's allowed jon's direwolf pups free rein of the cozy and comfortable area. sansa's eyes are red-rimmed, and they betray every lie she tells when she insists she's as well as can be expected. but at least her spirits lift, a little, when she's playing tug-of-war with the pups.

they bring her a bittersweet joy. ]

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I am certain there are many who would wish to.

[ not herself. for all that she enjoys this adventure there are ambitions to fulfill and a family to unite with. Not an easy realization to come to. This little realm is safe and safe goes and yet despite it all, she still feels misplaced and worse than that, far too idle. ]

I am sorry, that they are no longer here.

I fear I wasted my time with them. I should have told them more -- done more with them, while I could.

Would that we could. How many things I would have told Loras, now. We have never been apart for so long. I would hold him in my arms for hours on end.

You are not alone, Sansa, that must not be forgotten.

[ there are things she ought to have told them. both of them. and she remembers the anonymous advice from a time not long ago -- to find someone with whom she might confide. ]

What do you wish you could tell him?

I would tell him of this little realm, of the people. I would tell him of what I learned; that mayhaps we would have been all the wiser to stay in Highgarden all along.

He would barely believe me if I told him of the Targaryen queen.

[ disinclined to cause a public scandal, she locks their conversation -- despite the attendant drop in call quality. ]

I scarce believe in her myself, even having met her.

She is very beautiful and quite impressive.

I have met her more than once. She was kind enough; I doubt she would be as kind when we meet at home.

[ as the lady wife of a lannister. an odd thing, to be friends here with such circumstances over their heads. ]

How far do you trust her?

I trust her to know better than attempt anything here.

I cannot say the same for when we meet next at Westeros.

Lord Tyrion has become her trusted adviser, here.

[ does it worry her? a little. ]

She had given a Lannister her trust?

She certainly is daring.

[ or foolish, time will be the judge of that. ]

I imagine he is devoted to her. Dragons fascinate him.

dragons or the lady who commands them?

-- Both, mayhaps. But he would wake up very early and read. Often about them. Some mornings, he read about other subjects.

[ it's as close as she comes to acknowledging the marriage bed. ]

The woman herself is beautiful enough. I can imagine many have lost their hearts to her.

Only their hearts, I hope.

If she truly is a queen, I doubt they've only lost their hearts.

[ how bleak her view of queenship has become. ]

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