[for Sansa] - Monday morning

[onceaqueen]

Susan slept badly Sunday night, worrying about Jon, and woke Monday morning feeling queasy and dull. Rickon was in an awful temper. He wanted Father and wanted him now and Susan's explanation that he wasn't coming home right now got mixed up in his mind with her explanation as to why he couldn't have Uncle Peter, either, and she spent a good half

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[lifeisnotasong]

Sansa gave Eddara a look, they had had a rather frustrating conversation yesterday about being nice to Rickon while his father was unwell and Eddara had made lots of sad noises and Sansa had been hopeful she would behave better today. Because Rickon did not need Eddara agitating him further at the moment and Eddara was going to need to learn to share given that she was to be a big sister even if she did not yet know it.

"I'm very sure," she assured Susan holding out her arms for Rickon - not that she expected it to be that easy. "Of course you want to go to the clinic, Rickon's quite welcome here everyday for as long as you need."

"Not," said Eddara crossly, picking up the toast again and splatting it on the table butter side down smushing it into a mess.

[onceaqueen]

Rickon did not want to leave Mother, especially when he couldn't have Father either, and though he liked Aunt Sansa very much he did not want to go to her. Eddara would be all cross with him anyway if he did. He wanted Mother and he especially wanted Father and no-one else would do. "No," he said, clinging to his mother and pressing his face into her dress. "No no no no no!"

Susan despaired at how this day was going to turn out. "Do you mind if I stay for a few minutes to let him calm down?" If she sat here with Rickon for a bit and had a cup of tea with Sansa, perhaps he would calm down enough to let her go.

[lifeisnotasong]

"Of course," said Sansa pulling out a chair because Susan had her arms full of Rickon and pouring Susan a cup of tea. "Do you want some breakfast?" she asked. "There's more toast and some buttered eggs."

Eddara reached for more toast and Sansa moved it out of reach, "finish your eggs please first Eddara," she told her. "If you haven't any toast left it's your own fault."

Eddara picked at the eggs for a moment and then declared they were "Ick!" as well and slipped out of her chair and ran for her room. Rickon was still clinging to Susan and Sansa felt slightly useless - she did not feel like very much help to Susan at that moment and she smoothed a hand over Rickon's back so he could get used to her a bit more slowly.

[onceaqueen]

"I'm sorry he's being awful," said Susan. "I think he's just tired and he really misses Jon... he does all right if we have some sort of schedule or routine but everything's all pear-shaped right now and he just can't handle it."

Rickon rubbed at his eyes and then looked somewhat interestedly at the plate of toast. Susan handed him a piece and he gnawed on it a little, looking slightly pacified even when Eddara said "ick!" again and ran off.

"Tea would be lovely, thank you," she said. "But just tea." Her stomach didn't feel up to eggs and even the piece of toast Rickon was nibbling on made her feel queasy. "Rickon ate this morning but I didn't feel up to anything. If Jon hasn't eaten when I get there, I'll get him something from the kitchen and eat with him, maybe."