[ perhaps it's the cold that's nettling the other; winter doesn't care for comfort, and it will leach all warmth from hearth and home if given the chance. and she has a sharp, hungry look to her, something that prickles at sansa's senses. she's temperamental, that much is made clear so far, but something else too.
something just lurking behind her hard stare. if sansa is correct, this other girl has seen more than her delicate youth might tell.
there's a kinship to be had there, at the very least some civility, if sansa could reach through. ]
If not the soup, what would you rather have? You must eat.
no subject
[ perhaps it's the cold that's nettling the other; winter doesn't care for comfort, and it will leach all warmth from hearth and home if given the chance. and she has a sharp, hungry look to her, something that prickles at sansa's senses. she's temperamental, that much is made clear so far, but something else too.
something just lurking behind her hard stare. if sansa is correct, this other girl has seen more than her delicate youth might tell.
there's a kinship to be had there, at the very least some civility, if sansa could reach through. ]
If not the soup, what would you rather have? You must eat.