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Right, I don't expect anyone to remember this - or remember anything about this because I have written to myself several times 'No one remembers!' and I have underlined this twice, so clearly this has happened for several days. No one will remember this either, but I will put this here for myself, and my journal notes.

There is something different with the tubes. When I open the Marvisa up, there is something different with the tubes. Some are a blue-green in color, and others are now ... black. They were not black last year, and now, I have no idea why they are.

[He exhaled, rubbing his bearded face.] I have no idea how we are getting answers from this, and I know I am writing this all down again.

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( Since everyone is trapped on the Marsiva, it actually does not take Sansa long to find Tyrion's berth. She raps lightly at the door; she hardly wants to interrupt his privacy when it's so rare to come by here. )

Tyrion? Am I interrupting you?

Since I asked you to come here? Not at all.

[Tyrion called through the door.]

Come through, lady wife.

( Sansa heads through the door, settling on the edge of the berth Tyrion's been assigned for his involuntary stay onboard the Marsiva. )

I saw screens with information on them, things that went by almost too quickly for me to be able to read it all.

[He took Sansa's hand immediately, kissing the back of it as his mis-matched eyes glimmered in the near darkness of the berth.]

Tell me all you can remember. I shall make a note to ask you if you have seen more tomorrow.

I saw screens with our information on them. I saw your name, mine, Bucky's, Jim's...I'm certain everyone else was there, too, it's just those were the ones I saw. Some other information was there, too, but I did not know how to access it.

( Sansa sighs a bit and leans back on the bed a bit. Awfully familiar, yes, but he is her husband. She's allowed. )

That's all I know. I mostly just wanted to see you.

I see ...

[He writes this all down, before putting it aside and taking Sansa's hand again. This time, he does not let go.]

I am glad you have. I have been worried about you.

The calibrations have been terrible, Tyrion. Everything...everything he did to me has been on full display. Bucky saw it.

( Bucky is someone she can trust, yes, but it's still mortifying to know he's seen her in such a state. )

Things I never wanted to relive and now I don't even know who all can see them.

[Tyrion stills for a moment, before he exhales, and opens his arms completely to her.]

Come here, my love. I am here for you. Do you need me to speak to those who have seen?

( Sansa lays so she can put her head against his chest and sighs a bit. She's hated having to relive everything Ramsay did to her and she hates that one of her closest friends saw it. She hates that anyone could see it. )

You don't have to talk to Bucky. He understands, I think. Something happened to him that...well, I don't think it was the same but he seems to understand it. Something's happened to him too. I just want to be a normal woman, Tyrion. I want to be able to lay with my husband and not be afraid.

[He kisses the top of her head, stroking his fingers through her long hair. Keeping his voice soft.]

Then you both have my sympathy, and my awe for surviving and thriving.

[He gave her another kiss.] You are a normal woman. It is completely normal to be afraid of something that once hurt you. When you are ready, my darling, we will lay together and I shall try to bring you nothing but pleasure ...but until then? I am here for you.

I've had dreams about it.

( It feels strange to admit it, though, even with Tyrion being such a safe person for her. )

I've had dreams where I liked it - dreams you were in.

Well, I shall take that as Very Encouraging.

[He stroked her hair once more, before curiosity got the better of him.]

...what was I doing in the dream, that you liked so?

( Sansa blushes a bit. Part of her wants to demure and not say anything but that’s not particularly helpful for her goal of eventually being bedded; honestly she thinks she might like to try some things now but only if Tyrion is willing to give her a chance. )

Well, it starts with kissing but instead of just my mouth you...well, you touch my breasts and kiss them too. Sometimes I dream about you touching between my thighs but it doesn’t hurt like before. I don’t know. I feel shy talking about it.

[Tyrion smiles against her hair, and tips her chin up so he can kiss her lightly and tenderly.]

When you are feeling like you want to try either one of these things - or both of them, I am a greedy little bastard - I shall be honored to pleasure you thus.

( Sansa colors again but this time it's from desire instead of shyness and she kisses him back, teeth nipping lightly at his lower lip. )

A greedy bastard, you say? I would say you're selfless, seeing to my pleasure as you want to do.

[He hums at that kiss, cupping her cheek as she bites his bottom lip. Mis-matched eyes spark for a moment.]

Oh yes, I am an absolute saint, with how I want to devote myself to knowing every curve of your bared skin..

( Sansa feels hot and she feels the flush on her skin; she doesn't need to see her face to know it must be redder than her hair. She tips her face away for a moment. )

Oh. I didn't know. I don't think...it really occurred to me in so many words.

Well, keep it in mind for the future, darling wife.

[Tyrion stated quietly, before turning his touch into something lighter and gentler. He didn't want to scare her, after all.]

I will be so glad when we are off this ship and we can return home. I miss my own clothes and being with Lady.

( Sansa curls up a little closer to Tyrion, kissing the top of his head. )

I miss your bed on the First Breath.

I miss my bed on the First Breath.

[He exhaled, curling into her a little more, his expression wry.]

I even miss Lady drooling on me in her sleep.

[A pause, before he states Oh So Casually...]

You and Lady truly ought to consider moving in with me.

( Sansa has thought about asking if she could live with Tyrion but she hasn't had the courage to voice it. To hear him ask, though, means that he's been thinking about it too and wants it. Hmm. )

I would be delighted to live with you, Tyrion. I had thought about asking but I wasn't certain how you'd feel about it.

[He smiles at that, and exhales a heavy sigh of relief.]

Good ... and I feel quite excellent about the entire thing.

[He's beaming now, which is a little odd and a little handsome, at the same time.]

I suppose I was a bit silly, then, for worrying. That being said, me living with you does come with a full grown direwolf so perhaps my fears had foundation.

( Sansa leans in and kisses him lightly, completely delighted with this turn of events. )

I am absolutely certain that she will simply sit on me when she is not happy with me. She seems like a very straight-forward sort of lady.

[He smiled at that kiss, cupping her cheek gently, so he could nuzzle her cheek with his beard.]

( Sansa laughs even harder at the image of Lady sitting on Tyrion to express her displeasure. Direwolves have other methods, true, but Lady does seem the delicate sort to use that first. )

Be good to me and you won't have to worry about it, lord husband.

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