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Sansa comes downstairs, in a long dress of black lambswool. A cloak is slung over one arm - someone's planning to go for a walk after breakfast.

She sits at Bar, orders some porridge and milk, and begins eating. As she eats, she watches the crowd. It's such habit that she doesn't notice anything new until her porridge is almost gone.

Sansa sees the Door.

A startled motion tips her glass of milk, which thunks against the bartop and spills its contents onto the floor.

"Oh." If she can speak, this means this isn't a dream. You can't speak the words you want to in dreams. "Oh."

The Door.

For a time, Sansa sits on her stool, motionless. Then she begins wiping away small, stray tears.

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A bit offended, "I'm a maiden flowered, if you please." This is Sansa's version of 'I'm not a kid'.

"I know perfectly well what people will call it. I've--" farce, mistake, joke, oh the laughter, proud Stark who didn't bend her knees to the Lannisters....

Her words soften. "But, think, if there ever were a place for it, it would be here."

She convinces herself that she's just talking about Snowball.

He looks at the floor.

"Apologies comrade. I was just feeling that my conversation may be becoming offensive."

Sansa looks away, thinking.

Then she turns back and shakes her head. "Life has not always been songs of chivalry with me - though I do pretend it has, because it suits me to act so.

"I shouldn't drop my mask and then snap at you as if you made me take it off. I apologize."

"You have plenty on your mind, and you are not at fault." he says softly.

And then, because his concentration is distracted and he is in a most unnatural position, falls off the barstool and lands on his bottom.

Sansa yelps, crouches down to offer him a hand, remembers that he doesn't have hands, stops, and so crouches looking at him worriedly.

"You don't have any splinters, do you?" she asks anxiously.

He tries to look at his bottom, and fails.

"I don't think so, I think I just lost balance."

He nuzzles her gently. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I will try," she answers after a moment. It's not perfect, but it's all she's got.

"And, please, Snowball, do try things even if it does not seem they will work. You see, I once answered a pig who spoke to me, even though that did not seem like a good idea at the time.

"Strange, wonderful things can happen here."

He chuckles.

"You have a point comrade."

More seriously.

"Do you think a human would ever accept me? Honestly?"

Sansa was bred to tell people what they want to hear. It's what a lady does.

So she says with absolute certainty and great fondness, "Yes. Snowball, if you give it time and nurturing, and if you find the right one - I very much do think it."

She's not lying. She's looking on the positive side, which is entirely different.

He nods, looking a little perkier.

"Thank you."

Then stays with her, just being there.

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