for Sansa
Backdated to 5th December.
After Bert left to return to his treehouse, Sandor sat where he was for a few minutes, staring at the neat pile of things Sansa had sent him. He had yet to look through it all, but the mere fact of what she'd done was enough to leave him near speechless. When he finally moved, it was to kneel before the bundle and slowly unpack it, blanket and food and the doll Bert had warned him of, a gift from Sansa's daughter. It touched a nerve when he looked at it, a raw place he had spent a lifetime ignoring. Scarcely able to breathe, he rolled everything back up in the blanket and got to his feet.
He was walking before he had quite realized where his feet had directed him, but it was not so long before the little house by the sea was before him. He did not see the ship at its mooring, and hoped that meant her lord husband was not at home. He might have learned some of the merits of courtesy, but there were some things he was not yet sure he could endure, or wanted to. He stepped up to the door and knocked lightly, stepping back again quickly so as not to startle or crowd whoever opened it.
After Bert left to return to his treehouse, Sandor sat where he was for a few minutes, staring at the neat pile of things Sansa had sent him. He had yet to look through it all, but the mere fact of what she'd done was enough to leave him near speechless. When he finally moved, it was to kneel before the bundle and slowly unpack it, blanket and food and the doll Bert had warned him of, a gift from Sansa's daughter. It touched a nerve when he looked at it, a raw place he had spent a lifetime ignoring. Scarcely able to breathe, he rolled everything back up in the blanket and got to his feet.
He was walking before he had quite realized where his feet had directed him, but it was not so long before the little house by the sea was before him. He did not see the ship at its mooring, and hoped that meant her lord husband was not at home. He might have learned some of the merits of courtesy, but there were some things he was not yet sure he could endure, or wanted to. He stepped up to the door and knocked lightly, stepping back again quickly so as not to startle or crowd whoever opened it.