[ He doesn't quite sigh, but it seems like some kind of relief washes over him as Sansa agrees Arya might be okay with this. She was one of his own, after all, so he wants to get it right for them both. ]
Can I come to you? Or do you want to come here? Or I suppose I could send it to you instead.
[ But he says the last with the slightest crinkle of his nose, like a vague distaste for the easiest option among them. ]
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[ He doesn't quite sigh, but it seems like some kind of relief washes over him as Sansa agrees Arya might be okay with this. She was one of his own, after all, so he wants to get it right for them both. ]
Can I come to you? Or do you want to come here? Or I suppose I could send it to you instead.
[ But he says the last with the slightest crinkle of his nose, like a vague distaste for the easiest option among them. ]