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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's worried about Zuko - very worried. Surely he should be back now - it's been days!

How long is it gonna take, anyway?

She's eyeing the rafters longingly. When emo, head upwards; that's the rule she's almost always lived by. But when you have not-quite-entirely-dog puppies to look after, rafters are a bad idea. She can just see Zuko coming back in just in time to see Gheri and Gifr go splat.

... It wouldn't be pretty.

So: there is a Steph, over by the fire, in an armchair. She'd be curled up tight and emo, but the puppies have just fed and want to sleep, and it's hard to curl up when monster-puppies want to use you as a pillow. It's hard to stay emo, too. Puppies: the solution to all emo. Steph's thinking she should market it.

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"You'd likely have to bring them outside for that," Sansa admits, "but for sleeping arrangements it should work well enough. Then again, I hardly know all the rooms available at Milliways." A light shrug.

She then notes of the puppies, "They don't look ill."

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"Really? Oh, good. I wouldn't even know, so I'm glad you said that. I hope I'm doing all the right things, but I just don't know."

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"They're not awake, mind, and I'm no maester, but--" Sansa begins to caution, only to stop, looking confused.

"Was Zuko not searching for a cure for them?"

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph has to mentally rewind the conversation. What did she say? - oh.

"No - for himself, not for them." That strained edge is back in her voice, and she drops her eyes to the puppies again, biting her lip. "These guys are fine."

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Sansa absorbs the idea, her face draining of expression.

She moves toward Steph, rubbing the older girl's shoulder, murmuring softly, "I'm so sorry."

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"You are?" Steph blinks at her, a little taken aback.

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Sansa has had this conversation quite often of late. She lets go of the girl's shoulder, but takes a seat beside her.

"Waiting - and wondering - are so difficult. Men attack their foes with swords; women cannot attack their fears the same way."

She's given that response a lot, too. Sansa reflects that she'd really like to say something different.