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God, I hope not. He's alone here and I hope he stays that way. I mean it, Sansa. Don't even think about it. Or I'll tell Jon.

[He totally would.]

I'm not thinking of anything. [ a soft sound. a released breath. ] I have my...pack. I have my -- ah -- Alpha. Or I think I do. He hasn't...

[ she hasn't heard from her father; she worries. ] Perhaps Jon has told you. My family's sigil is a wolf. A direwolf, like Ghost. Like Nymeria.

Yeah, he mentioned. We talked about it when I asked how he got Ghost. And good. That you have your own pack. I have mine, too. Not that they're here.

[Nope. Just Lydia. He'd lost Allison (again) and Isaac and Derek and Scott. Scotty. He missed his bro.]

Just... don't listen to anything Peter says. If he ever tries to get a hold of you, just hang up. I don't care if it's rude, just do it. He'll say things and try to get into your head. He's a lying jerk.

I swear it. I promise I will. Provided... [ her mind races. her pulse rushes. dare she exact an ultimatum from a friend? sansa has no desire to seek out nor to speak to this peter. but in the words of another petyr, she's found what motivates stiles.

she wonders if she knows how to move him. ] Provided you do the same. Ignore Joffrey. He's just as you've said -- unimportant, with no title here. Forget about him. I know I try to.

[Evil. She's evil. But he's used to that kind of evil and he makes his own alterations to that.]

As long as he leaves you and the rest of your family alone, I will. But hey, if he starts something... I fully intend to finish it.

Mine isn't the interference worth your concern. Arya, on the other hand -- [ a gentle cluck of her tongue. ] My sister does not understand restraint. Hardly seven days pass without her threatening to ride out and stick her Needle into King Joffrey's heart. If his wrath falls again upon our family's head, I swear it will be because she courted it.

[He had to laugh a little at that. Yeah, Arya certainly had a mouth. And all the courage of a girl and boy her age. He liked that about her.]

If Joffrey tries anything, I'm sure we can find a way to send him running back with his tail between his legs.

Joffrey is craven. But his...uncle -- [ that word is spoken with trepidation. and uncertainty. like a secret hung behind it. ] Ser Jaime Lannister is the reason Ser Gendry and I got left behind some moons ago. But it's been some time since I've heard his voice upon the lockets.

Maybe he's gone. I've had a couple people leave here. Allison just... I think she's gone.

[Sadface.]

Not everyone stays. Maybe Joffrey will go. Hey, we can throw a party if that happens.

--Allison?

[ because who wants to talk about joffrey. not her. not any longer. ]

She's a friend of mine. From home.

[One he won't see if he goes back because, hey, he's not from a movie where he sees dead people.]

[ she presses her lips together. sometimes she is caught up in the taut politics of westeros that she forgets that others must have complex connections coming and going as rapidly as she does. you are unfair to your friends, sansa tells herself. ]

And gone, now? Stiles. I am sorry to hear it. If only the Gods would be kind and send away those we don't want and keep forever those we love.

[He just nodded. It wasn't like he could say she was better off at home. Here was the only place she was still... here. Lydia had to be taking it badly and he felt a twinge of guilt that he hadn't checked up on her yet.]

It happens. I think we have about as much control leaving as we do in coming here.

It's tragic. [ she is sansa now; she can be more honest with him than she'd ever been when the subject of home has come up. ] I would rather stay, I think. Stay with Arya and Jon and my father.

[ because he is here. meant to be here. is here for a little longer. her real father, and not the cold distant man alayne spoke of. ]

Maybe you could ask them to make sure you can't leave? I don't know if they can do that. I mean, they don't seem to know what they're capable of themselves. I get a lot of words with little meaning from them.

They speak in courtly ways. [ she answers ruefully: a lot of words with little meaning. ] And I would not expect they have so much power as all that. If they did, surely no shardholder of theirs would ever leave their cause?

Or maybe there wouldn't be shardholders in the first place.

[People that talked just to hear themselves were annoying. He should know. He was one.]

Impossible. We are necessary to their cause.

[ she takes this fact with ease; she is accustomed to being a playing piece. ]

Psh.

[He snorted, shaking his head, not that she could see it.]

We're cannon fodder. We're what they throw at each other to keep themselves safe. We're not necessary. We're expendable.

If you were so expendable they would not gift you with such magics. You can help them, if you choose. I, on the other hand...

[ she is no magician. she is no warrior. she is good for marrying and for telling little lies. and the only good she might do here is to help protect her family a little longer. ]

Sure they would. It's like handing the infantry a gun. Doesn't cost them anything to give me something dangerous and send me on my way. And don't even start. You're not helpless. Or useless. You just haven't found your thing, yet.

Perhaps not useless -- [ she ventures. carefully. sansa understands her uses: she is a marriage pact to be made. or, rather, she once was. now she stands awkwardly between maiden and wife, hazy on the rules of ending her marriage in these lands. ] And I am certainly not without help.

[ for example! ] You have shown yourself to be a good friend to my family, Stiles. I wish that there was some boon of our own we might offer you.

No, definitely not without help.

[The offer of a 'boon' from her had him snorting out a laugh and he shifted on his seat.]

Sansa, you don't boon people stuff for being friends with you. You're just friends. That's how it works. I have people here I can count on and that I like. That's good enough for me.

[ but it's how it's meant to work. favours and gifts and loyalties bought and traded. hadn't she watched baelish accomplish it a hundred times beneath his roof? ]

But my Lord Father...[ which one? there is baelish, who rewards to ensnare. but then there is ned stark. and he is a good man but he is a great lord and he cannot help but see friends as vassals and allies as subjects. and he cares for them. ] He would want to see your friendship met with like-minded kindness. I could speak to him...

[ and what? get stiles some sort of...title? no. she should not think like a little girl again: of lords and knights and masters of magic. ]

Sansa. Seriously. It's okay. That's how it works. You are kind. Jon's kind. Arya's... Arya. I don't need to have you speak to him about anything. I don't need anything that I'm not getting from you guys. Honest. I'm happy.

[Hey, Stiles already had a title. Grand Poobah Wizard of Awesomeness, aka. The Red Wizard.]

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PARK? pack. obviously i meant pack.

>> Paaaaaack

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