Catelyn was indeed taking the air--sitting in the shade under a large tree, since she still avoided sunlight whenever she could. The Stark mini-compound in Gryffindor felt more like home than anything had since she'd left Winterfell, and though Ned and Robb's condition both grieved and angered her, she was also, in a way, guardedly content to have them with her, injuries and mutilations notwithstanding. At least they were here, and though she still wanted little more than to destroy the Lannisters and all connected with them, she was grateful beyond measure to have so much of her family together again.
She didn't sew or write or read, when she went out for air; she simply sat, enjoying what little she could feel of the air on her face. People very rarely bothered her--the scars on her face were a bit of a deterrent--and she was somewhat surprised to see Camilla now.
"Hello," she said, rising and brushing off her skirt.
"Hi -- no, don't get up, I'll sit. If you don't mind company. Goodness, I knew you'd been married, but no one told me your husband was here. How long has it been?" On the surface it sounded like pleasant light conversation. Inwardly, Camilla was thinking that Silas must have been hiding his heartbreak well!
"Not at all." Catelyn rarely had company, but she didn't grudge it when she did. "Ned only arrived two months ago, at almost the same time as my eldest son." Fortunately, Catelyn had no inkling of Camilla's suppositions about any phantom relationship between her and Silas.
Catelyn had been at Hogwarts much longer than Ned, and so had had more time to get used to modern fashion. Still, she found the sight of bare legs odd, and wondered, not for the first time, how clothing had become as it was now. Even if she wasn't a zombie, she could never even think of wearing such a garment, but then many women here would never dress as she herself did. "I hope you are well?"
"Well, I am, sort of. I wanted to talk to you about that," said Camilla, sitting unselfconsciously on the grass, her scandalously bare legs tucked under her to the side. "About how I am, I mean. But also, how you are. Is it nice having your husband and your son back? Are you still friends with Silas?"
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She didn't sew or write or read, when she went out for air; she simply sat, enjoying what little she could feel of the air on her face. People very rarely bothered her--the scars on her face were a bit of a deterrent--and she was somewhat surprised to see Camilla now.
"Hello," she said, rising and brushing off her skirt.
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Catelyn had been at Hogwarts much longer than Ned, and so had had more time to get used to modern fashion. Still, she found the sight of bare legs odd, and wondered, not for the first time, how clothing had become as it was now. Even if she wasn't a zombie, she could never even think of wearing such a garment, but then many women here would never dress as she herself did. "I hope you are well?"
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