[for Sansa] backdated to 27 September

[caspianthetenth]

Something had been troubling Sansa for a time, Caspian had noticed, but he had not been able to ask her about it--or, rather, he had wanted to ask her about it but had not quite known how. They were not yet at that stage of their marriage where they might feel perfectly comfortable talking about absolutely anything with each other, so there were

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[lifeisnotasong]

As troubled as Sansa is by the loss of her father, she notices the phrasing of that question. She feels even more of a failure that she has let Caspian notice the worries she tried to keep to herself. But she can't tell him what has worried her for months now but today she does not have to lie to have an answer for him. She wishes she did, she'd much rather lie and have her father than speak the truth she must. And her father would be ashamed that she would lie so easily - but she would be more shamed to tell Caspian her worries as unfitting as they are.

She takes an unsteady breath because she doesn't want to cry again. "My lord father has vanished," she said. "Just today - Robb has searched the island but he's gone." Her attempt to not cry is not going well at all.

[caspianthetenth]

"Oh, no," Caspian said, deeply saddened by the news, but more than that worried for Sansa's sake, for he knew how important her father had been to her. He put his arms round her and held her close. "Is Robb certain?" he asked, though he knew it to be a useless question; Robb would not have said so unless he was absolutely certain of it.

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa has already cried over Robb and cried on her own but when Caspian holds her, she finds her tears wetting his shirt too as she clings tightly. Her feat that he may disappear as well has only gotten worse and she feels as if she desperately needs to hold to him. "The wolves can't find him," which in it's own way is a yes.

[caspianthetenth]

That settled it, then, for the wolves had found people on other occasions, when they were still here to be found. "Sansa, I'm so sorry," he said softly, and rubbed her back soothingly, though he knew that nothing could soothe the loss of a parent except time (or rather, he expected that to be true, as he could not recall losing a parent in the way Sansa had; he had been far too young).