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[unprays]

Alright. Where shall we meet, then?

[beknight]

I'll pick you up, from your home. Three o'clock?

[unprays]

Oh! I'm not at home. I'm in Wyver, visiting Jon and Daenerys. Is that a problem?

[beknight]

Not at all. I don't mind waiting until you return.

[unprays]

I'm sorry, it's just... father returned to stasis recently, and Jon thought it would be better to stay together for a while. And Daenerys was one of those taken by the kidnappers, so he wanted to help her get better, too.

But I doubt I'll stay much longer than a week.

[beknight]

I'm sorry to hear about your father. If there's anything I can do for you, don't be a stranger.

[ Tim's gone, her words strike deep into his heart. ]

[unprays]

Thank you, Alan.

There's... if I could bother you for one thing. I think father's clothes are still at our house. Would you collect them, and store them somewhere safe? I never had to clear out his things back home, there was never time for it even after I'd returned to Winterfell, but here... I don't think I can do it, and I won't ask Jon to, either.

[beknight]

Of course, Sansa. Where should I keep them?

[unprays]

In your home, on the station, wherever you think is best and where they will be safe. I doubt he will wake again, but I would not throw them away.

[beknight]

[ The message is simply the address of a locker, and a key arrives at her place in Wyver within the day. ]

[unprays]

Thank you, again.

I will let you know when I am back in Olympia.