[And Lark is surprised, disturbed even, to realize that when he hears tears in her voice he wants to rush out and find her. He's used to being around packmates with tragic, unspeakable pasts...at home he had never been personally invested in them. He hadn't really thought he was still capable.
But he cares, now. And he flounders for once, for something to say to explain himself.]
If we ever end up in Westeros, I can help you dispose of bodies.
Private;
But he cares, now. And he flounders for once, for something to say to explain himself.]
If we ever end up in Westeros, I can help you dispose of bodies.