[The first message is a picture of Sansa taken at the beach. She's talking to someone who's cropped out of picture, looking like she's enjoying whatever they're talking about.
[ the only indication of how badly this affects her is the length of time that passes between receiving the message and answering it — but once she does, hours later, she makes sure her voice as she responds is dismissive and even, with no waver to be heard. ]
Why are you showing me a picture of myself? I know how I looked.
[ no answer to the question, either, as she knows it isn't him really asking. ]
[Amused, as he always starts off when speaking with her-] I had a lovely day myself. I met such lovely people, even if they did all seem very much like Southerners.
Not a scarp of armour or a weapon among them. [Is that a threat against her? Against everyone he's met? Perhaps he's just commenting on what he noticed.] Surely that's something you've noticed, my love.
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un: sharp WHENEVER BEACH TIMES WERE
The next message is voice:]
Did you have a lovely day at the beach, Sansa?
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Why are you showing me a picture of myself? I know how I looked.
[ no answer to the question, either, as she knows it isn't him really asking. ]
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Not a scarp of armour or a weapon among them. [Is that a threat against her? Against everyone he's met? Perhaps he's just commenting on what he noticed.] Surely that's something you've noticed, my love.