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Theon Greyjoy wasn't spoiling for a fight. In fact, he appeared to be trawling for a good time as he considered the fattest tree trunk near the compound

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Sansa associates the sound of a knife on wood with Arya now and if her sisters habits no longer bothers her as they once did, she'd never admit it. She doesn't think it's Arya here though though she did not expect Theon. He'd been kind when last they spoke (somewhat unexpectedly so) and so she smiles at him., keeping out of range of where he throws. "Keeping busy?" she asks.

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Ah yes, Theon remembered very well how he'd felt when they last spoke. It wasn't a feeling he was sure he would ever genuinely feel again, but it certainly hadn't brought him harm.

Returning the smile, Theon flicked his wrist and inclined his head at his former foster sister, not bothering to watch the dagger hit home. "Something like that, yes," he eyed her belly and then her lips. "How is it that you always look well, Sansa?"

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Sansa recalled he had noticed last time which meant she didn't have to tell him. This meant she realised annoyed that Theon paid more attention to her than the Hound did, she didn't want to think on what that meant.

"I take good care," she said, "and follow the advice of the doctors." Besides Sansa takes care over her looks and knows how to play her part. Hiding back ache and queasiness is somewhat easier than hiding bruises.

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"And it is good advice," he began while heading to retrieve his dagger, "For it has only made you look more radiant, my lady." Theon's smile deepened into something sly, a familiar quirk of his mouth that had been entirely absent when they'd last met.

Rolling the blade across his knuckles, he considered her where he stood. "Is there anything I might help you with?"

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Sansa doesn't think her family will approve of her receiving help from Theon but she's hardly like to turn away a kindness. "I'm well taken care of," she assures him. "Though if you are sure you would like to . . ." Theon could carve could he not, it seemed likely. He was fond of knives. "Mayhaps you could make something for a child." she said, "a rattle, or some such. Put your knive to better use."

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"A rattle," Theon considered the idea. In truth, he'd meant something a bit more... carnal, shall we say, but the thought of doing nice for Sansa wasn't entirely unappealing.

Needless to say he was relieved to learn that Robb hadn't said anything of his...behavior to his sister. Looking pleased, Theon nodded once. "I believe I can manage that. Shall I paint it as well?"

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"Don't be silly," she said almost absently, biting her lower lip, then she feels bad he's doing something nice for her or offering to. She reachs out and softly pats his arm. "I only mean . . . babies put things in their mouths. Paint would be bad for a child."

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Theon figured Sansa would know better not to encourage him if she didn't secretly want what he could offer. Of all the Stark children, she looked like Robb the most -- or perhaps it was the other way around.

"Ah, that makes sense," he nodded dutifully and then took another step closer. "I imagine I should like carving toys. Everyone loves a good toy now and then."

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There is something about his manner that reminds Sansa of being Alayne but she dismisses it, hadn't he told her how in love he was with his lady Nightshade? "That's true enough," she said, "it would be a skill many would be grateful for I'm sure." There are children enough on the island, after all.

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Theon nodded in agreement, taking another step closer and reaching non-threatening fingers to smooth a few locks of her Tully hair away from her neck and behind her shoulder.

"And I'm sure you will be grateful, Sansa," he smiled pleasantly, "A lady would be."

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Sansa watches his hand, and tries to tell herself Theon always tended towards the overfamiliar. He doesn't mean anything by it, surely, not with her not as pregnant as she is. "I would," she agreed pleasantly, if he will make her toys for her child, she will be grateful, it is only right. She might even make him something in return if there is no chance her family would know of it. "Is there something you would have of me." she offers, meaning to be friendly perhaps his lady does not sew or there is some other trifle she can do.

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"How good of you to ask," Theon gently replied, his tone dark but soothing as he lowered his eyes first to her breasts, and then lower to her softly swelling stomach.

"Might I touch you, Sansa?" he asked then, leaning in rather close yet not enough for a kiss. "Your belly. I should like very much to feel the babe kick."

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Sansa watches him wide eyed, having him so close makes her think of Caspian and Kialan which that makes her worry about herself. She wishes she'd paid more attention to the books when they talked about hormones. She's briefly scandalised by his request and flushes about to say no, when he clarifies. She read an article in the newspaper that said people would ask this when you were pregnant. In fact the article said people would touch you without asking. She just never pictured Theon being interested in such things. The babe is not currently particular active but neither she thinks is it sleeping, she looks at him eyes wide. "If you like," she said finally, "it might not kick though."

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Theon nodded in understanding and gently curved his hand to the tender curve of her belly.

It was worth noting that there was genuine amazement there partially born from his own inability to get Shady with child -- though she said it was her fault the idea of not getting her pregnant still smarted something awful. However, there was also a familiar urge welling up within him; Sansa had always been the pretty one and it was all harmless, was it not?

And truly, what else did they expect of him? "No kicking," he sighed, sounding disappointed while he slid his hand from her belly to her side, and then around to the small of her back. "Does it ache, my lady?"

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Sansa almost apologises when the child remained still. Instead she watches him closely as he moves his hand. She closes her eyes briefly, her back does ache and foolishly his hand there feels nice. She feels like the small girl she once was who'd thought Theon dreamy and wanted to dance with him at every feast that'd been held. (And any other occassion besides.)

"It does," she admits softly, "no more than is normal yet still." According to the doctors anyway, she waits for him to move his hand now the child is still and he's asked that. Really it just looks as if she is watching him expectantly.

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Again Theon nodded his understanding of her troubles and, looking warmly concerned, he began to move that hand in circles along her back instead of removing it entirely. "After all that has been said and done, Sansa, I feel it is my duty to see to your utmost comfort," he explained, his voice a soothing murmur.

"It is the least I can do after causing your family such hardship," he added, using both hands now to caress and cradle her back.