[ Sansa has greeted home men bloody from battle. The scent of the road is nothing, merely proof of the journey Brienne took, to get back to her. Back to where her heart felt at home. ]
Brienne. [ Sansa understands. Words are hard to come by at a moment like this. As she pulls back only just enough so she can meet Brienne's eyes, she feels pinpricks of tears behind her own, though it isn't the bitter tears that Brienne has seen her weep before. No, she is smiling, smiling as she hasn't in months. ]
I would ask something of you. [ For a moment, her eyes dart away, nervous. ] I hope you do not think me foolish...
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Brienne. [ Sansa understands. Words are hard to come by at a moment like this. As she pulls back only just enough so she can meet Brienne's eyes, she feels pinpricks of tears behind her own, though it isn't the bitter tears that Brienne has seen her weep before. No, she is smiling, smiling as she hasn't in months. ]
I would ask something of you. [ For a moment, her eyes dart away, nervous. ] I hope you do not think me foolish...