[For Moril]

[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa knows that this is a discussion that she should have had some time ago. It makes her feel guilty and cross that she hasn't and yet she doesn't feel she has anything to be guilty about. Eddara is not helping her feel comfortable as she squirms in her arms wanting to be down. "Stop it sweetling," Sansa mutters. "You can be down when we get to

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[morilthesinger]

Moril pokes his head out of the back of the cart. He hasn't left it much, lately, except for basic chores; his freckled skin is paler than before and he blinks rapidly against the light. "Hullo," he says, hopping out, leaving the cwidder behind.

[lifeisnotasong]

Eddara attempts to stick her head in the cart possibly wondering where the music is gone. When Sansa drags her out she babbles crossly and smacks Sansa's hands away. "I need to talk to you," said Sansa reminding herself again that it is entirely reasonable that she want Eddara to have more than a mere memory as a father.

[morilthesinger]

"All right," says Moril agreeably. "Have a seat if you like. Do either of you want anything?"

[lifeisnotasong]

Eddara babbles loudly wanting attention and Sansa cannot talk over her, "do you have an banana or any soft fruit?" she asked. "I fed her before we came but mayhaps she's still hungry."