[She sees it from the corner of her eye, licking her fingers as he doubles his effort.
She thinks of Beth, and Rodrik, and Jory, all Cassels. She thinks of Rodrik's great whiskers, and his constant presence in Winterfell. Her served her father since before she was born, his nephew Jory too, and Beth, Beth was Sansa's friend, who giggled at her terrible stitches, and they are probably all dead now, dead and left for the crows.
She doesn't much feel like smiling anymore, but she keeps it in place, shrugging.]
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She thinks of Beth, and Rodrik, and Jory, all Cassels. She thinks of Rodrik's great whiskers, and his constant presence in Winterfell. Her served her father since before she was born, his nephew Jory too, and Beth, Beth was Sansa's friend, who giggled at her terrible stitches, and they are probably all dead now, dead and left for the crows.
She doesn't much feel like smiling anymore, but she keeps it in place, shrugging.]
I don't know. How good are you?