[ His offer was the closest she'd been to her parents since she'd arrived in the Saltpans. As much as she wanted to hold onto hope for Skywalker, she couldn't bring herself to close the door on her own family either.
For whatever it was worth, she came out of that decision disappointed with herself. Staring at her hands and debating a retraction. The words never made it past her lips, though. She couldn't form them. The right thing to do would be to refuse him and forget this had ever happened and to continue resenting him, but she couldn't deny herself that. ]
I'll keep it in mind.
[ And somehow, he had managed to evade giving her anything. Again. She realized it then. Still no idea why they hadn't gone to King's Landing. No idea why he was offering her help. No idea why he was the way he was at all, not even a clear picture of how he'd gotten that bloody scar.
She pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek, trying to bite down on comment, but ... well, he knew by now that she was bad at that. ]
Your men will reach King's Landing before morning. [ This she offered only because he had stopped them the night before, and for no other reason. Civility in turn for civility. ] Whatever you are hoping to avoid there will soon hear word of where we're heading.
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[ His offer was the closest she'd been to her parents since she'd arrived in the Saltpans. As much as she wanted to hold onto hope for Skywalker, she couldn't bring herself to close the door on her own family either.
For whatever it was worth, she came out of that decision disappointed with herself. Staring at her hands and debating a retraction. The words never made it past her lips, though. She couldn't form them. The right thing to do would be to refuse him and forget this had ever happened and to continue resenting him, but she couldn't deny herself that. ]
I'll keep it in mind.
[ And somehow, he had managed to evade giving her anything. Again. She realized it then. Still no idea why they hadn't gone to King's Landing. No idea why he was offering her help. No idea why he was the way he was at all, not even a clear picture of how he'd gotten that bloody scar.
She pressed her tongue to the inside of her cheek, trying to bite down on comment, but ... well, he knew by now that she was bad at that. ]
Your men will reach King's Landing before morning. [ This she offered only because he had stopped them the night before, and for no other reason. Civility in turn for civility. ] Whatever you are hoping to avoid there will soon hear word of where we're heading.