About three months, if I've counted the turns of the moon correctly. The sky is... different, here.

[ strange, she means, having finally witnessed the aurora and the sheer chaos it brought along with it. lights bursting to life everywhere in the deep dark that had fallen over milton, like sun caught in glass, and machines that spoke and sang and made noises unknown to her until then. she had never heard metal to crackle, or steel to whine, but they did. the whole town lit up as like fire, but without the warmth of it.

and even warmth was strange. heat coming from the vents on the floor, through thin slats and narrow windows, but she could not find the source the heat if she tried. objects lighting up in strange colors, but only when their cords are pinned to openings in walls.

they said it was electricity, some sort of power that brought the town to life. with milton plagued by deaths in the past few months, sansa supposes she understands what it means now. ]

But I've made some friends. Not many, but good ones. I mend clothes for those who need it, but they otherwise leave me be.

[ the lady randvi. ser red. little lord robin. kate marsh, who reminds her of herself. ser levi and doctor darling and the man who calls himself lalo. even the marshall givens and constable fraser, kind men with strange hats and a shared fondness for things called rifles. ]

I could make you something, if you mean to stay close by.