[ she was half-prepared for it, to hear her words confirmed, that they have bigger worries out here than her dress being ruined; when he speaks, his voice soft and quiet, she looks at him with her eyes widening almost imperceptibly — like his understanding is something that's caught her off guard, even momentarily. ]
... it reminds me of home, [ she says after a beat or two have passed, quiet reminiscence in her voice. it is what she would have worn, in Winterfell, the colours of her house and fur to mark her as a wolf, too. ] I would mend it myself, if I had needle and thread, but...
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... it reminds me of home, [ she says after a beat or two have passed, quiet reminiscence in her voice. it is what she would have worn, in Winterfell, the colours of her house and fur to mark her as a wolf, too. ] I would mend it myself, if I had needle and thread, but...
[ but she doesn't. ]