#cantfrighten

if elspeth could be optimistic, or at least SOUND as though she was, than sansa was sure anyone could be. maybe even herself. a hum was given in response to the statement as she continued muddling the elfroot she had collected in her bowl. healing magic was GREAT and all, but even mages got tired -- there could never be enough healing potions.

“i hope you’re right,” she finally commented, cutting through the quiet. she wanted so desperately to believe that elspeth was right, that through all of the violence and fear and sadness -- there might actually be some good. it was HARD for sansa to try and imagine it, even though she had so loved playing pretend as a child. but they were not children anymore, and this wasn’t pretend.

“it looks like you haven’t been entirely miserable though,” sansa continued with a smile, looking up at the other. “your new friends seem... quite entertaining.” it was interesting for her to meet elspeth’s newest companions, to witness their personalities. an absolutely interesting group of misfits -- she wasn’t sure how elspeth managed it.

       “who catches your curiosity the most?” elspeth asked, teasingly. she worked to finish cleaning the vials sansa would need for her potions, all whilst paying close attention to how she made them. “the witch of the wilds, the silent giant, or the assassin who tried to kill me?” 

" You're still here, aren't you? " His words are careful, tentative... perhaps even hopeful. He keeps his voice low it was hard telling who was listening in this place. Peter had been searching for her for what felt like a lifetime. She was the last testament of honor in the north, the last Stark that lived. The fact that she was still standing before him, alive, was proof enough of her courage. Still, it's a strange sort of heartbreak to hear the words spill from her lips. She was nothing but a piece in a game to the people who had surrounded her. Peter had once pledged himself to protect her in the face of any danger but it surrounded her, determined to stomp out any light in their darkness. It seemed they nearly had her light.

There was plenty of evil in this world but Petyr Baelish was living proof of it. To him, Sansa had been a means to gain status. A means to stay in control. He had been quick to dispose of Peter. But Peter was not the type to die so easily, let alone give up. He had done everything in his power to find her again, but Littlefinger was careful... But the news of Sansa's marriage spread across the seven kingdoms like wildfire with rumors of the Bolton bastard's cruelty it's heel. He had arrived at Winterfell in the dead of night, darting in & out of shadows until he found her. It was hard to remember caution, especially when she was so close.

" You've made it this far --- we can't stop here. " He wonders what she was told of him. Why he had left her side. He couldn't think about that now, not when her liberation was so close, " We can go somewhere. Anywhere that's safe. We can get you out of this place. "