[He held back, amazed to see her, not simply here, but so much younger and less worn than he last saw her. He hated to admit it, but he missed the girl she was once. While not exactly kind to him, she had been gentler and...young. The Sansa he left was hard, cold, distant and aged by trauma. This was a glimpse into the past.
And perhaps part of him that wanted the sister that never second guess him or seemed to resent his position. But that thought left him guilty and cross with himself.
He finally stepped forward, worried she might not know him...or even want him.]
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And perhaps part of him that wanted the sister that never second guess him or seemed to resent his position. But that thought left him guilty and cross with himself.
He finally stepped forward, worried she might not know him...or even want him.]
Sansa?