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There is somewhat grouchy Imp there -- he has taken with a spring cold, and mulled wine and bed rest seems not to touch it.

That leaves Tyrion huddled grumpily by the fire place, nursing his wine and cursing his poor fortune. This is a strange place, but he should not catch ill here! That's unseemly, for a magical place between worlds! The very idea!

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I am a very stupid girl, thinks Sansa as she comes downstairs and notices Tyrion.

Because she was the one who said she'd try to be nice to him - which means actually talking to him. It's not something she wants to do - but she said she would. Because she's very stupid.

Sansa moves to sit at the Bar. Then she stops and walks over to Tyrion's couch. "May I join you, my lord?" she asks politely. She even smiles a bit, like she's pleased to see him.

Some days you do boggle him, Sansa Stark.

"As you like," he says and shifts, small against the cushions. "I find my health has taken an ill turn. But it's a small bout of sniffles that plague a small, no?"

He gestures at the spiced wine; "Care for a cup?"

Sansa sits down on the same couch, though she sits as far away from him as a complete stranger would.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she murmurs. "Hopefully 'tis not much. You've been getting your bedrest?

"Thank you, but I'd like some more food in my tummy first. Oh, ah, you there, rat!" A rat comes over. "Some soup and milk - and would you like anything else, my lord?"

He shakes his head. "No," he says. "I find I have little appetite at the moment."

"Just soup and milk, then." The rat squeaks and goes off.

"Have you heard the name Blodwen Rowlands, my lord?" the girl asks soberly.

"...no, should I?" The name had Tyrion genuinely perplexed.

"She's a woman who uses dark magics, recently returned to Milliways. She makes people into her thralls and uses them for evil. I've heard that many have been hurt by her before."

"Glad I keep to myself," Tyrion laughs. "As if i need dark sorceresses to add to my plague of heartless bit--"

... ... damn you, Sansa Stark, for Tyrion does occasionally think to mind his tongue in your presence.

Sansa brightens when Tyrion holds his tongue. She's grateful - despite the fact that she's likely one of the bitches he was referring to.

"I hope you have not kept too much to yourself, my lord. This is a place for socialization."

"Oh, I have my friends," Tyrion says as he looks away, his bicolored eyes dark with thought. "But hey are few. I should say-- I am more mistrustful, no?"

Hard to trust after all he has seen.

Sansa nods, awkwardly. A survival trait in your family, my lord. Which is one of those things you don't bring up.

"I am glad you've met some you'd term friend. Who are they?"

"I find favor with the Lady Ako, and have gotten to know Lily Kane. I must admit I still favor beautiful women. It will be the death of me, I know," ... and honestly? That's said without an ounce of humor.

"I met Lady Ako but once. She's a fascinating wo-- being. And I don't know this Lily."

Sansa is being perky and optimistic when she says, "Hopefully it won't be here, my lord. There are rules." Without meaning to her gaze goes to the infirmary door. Rules that can be broken.

He glances to the infirmary door in turn. "Rules, like Oaths, are only as good as the men who keep to them, you know?"

The girl sighs in response, much less cheerful now. "But it is ever so comforting to believe otherwise," she remarks.

"Hope springs eternal," Tyrion says aloud. And then someone comes and shits in the font.

"It certainly does when hope is all you have to cling to," Sansa murmurs, still looking at the infirmary door.

"...do you know someone behind the door, Sansa?"

The girl looks at her husband - though, really, she's not looking at him, but at a space near his head. "The scarred young man who mentioned the book to you. He's there."

"Ah," he says, and smiles -- just a little kindly, or at least, he makes a game attempt at it. "Perhaps you ought visit him? It can be lonely, healing."

Nobody came to see Tyrion, after the battle of Blackwater.

"I have, but he's always asleep when I visit, or there are people around him and I don't want to interrupt. I was planning on going later tonight, after-- oh, thank you!" This to the rat who brings her dinner.

She frowns a bit at the soup, the top layer of which is melted cheese. This is new.

"Simply having a person there might help," he says. "And I doubt that his kin would begrudge another person there. Gods know that some folk need all the prayers they can get."

And the scarred boy struck him as the type who needed a lot of praying done for him, much like Tyrion himself.

Like kinslayers? But Sansa doesn't even glance Tyrion's way, for fear he will guess her thoughts. He's done it before.

"Oh, I do pray for him. I light candles to the Seven and sometimes go into the wood and hope my prayers reach the old gods. Though I d not go too far in - it was Lady Ako who warned me that the forest is a dream-wood. You can find nightmares in there."

Sansa went into this conversation with the goal of being cheery. Really.

Tyrion has long ago accepted his damnation; the dwarf's eyes flutter closed briefly, and then he smirks. "Good for you, then," he says. "He'll mend fast, with someone watching over him." While I'll remain a scarred stump of a man. Not that prayers will give me a nose or three feet of height, anymore then they'd give Jaime his hand back. Foolish, but at least she feels better for it.

"...do be careful, Sansa," Tyrion says. He has heard no real warnings of the wood, but she's given him no reason to go OUT now. "You may find more then a Godswood out there, and this place..."

Well, he looks back at the healer's hall doors.

Does he need to say more?

Sansa prays for Tyrion, and about him. It's just not something she'd ever tell him.

"I do try, my lord. I never go far in, and only go in the day." She wrinkles her nose. "Though magic is inescapable here. There was a time when the entire Milliways was cursed - people would start singing, with music playing but no musicians to be found. It was said a demon brought this curse, but it's gone now. Thankfully."