[ mutual squee party yes or yes I hope I do not disappoint! I love my wolfmama
She glances down briefly to hide the sudden rush of tears that threaten to spill from her eyes. As thankful as she is, and oh she praises the gods for their mercy daily, to have Robb, Sansa and Arya returned to her, and to perhaps have some chance at repairing what tattered bonds she could command with Jon and, to an even lesser extent, Theon, she still misses Bran and Rickon with every breath. And that doesn't even begin to touch on how much she still feels the ache of Ned's absence. She still mourns her father, and she would give one of her miraculous new powers to step into the safety of her uncle's arms once more. To laugh with Lysa as they had as girls...To reassure Edmure of his own worth and support him as heir to their House...She is certain that the gods are still punishing her, and she will accept what they feel to be just.]
No.
[ For a moment, he may be forgiven thinking that will be the end of her explanation, but then she looks up, and she is just as calm and collected as she was at the beginning, yet if one looks closely, one can see the shadow of grief in her eyes. ]
My oldest son, both of my daughters, and my husband's oldest son, are all here with me. The gods, or whosoever is responsible for our presence here, have seen fit to keep us separated from my two youngest sons, and my husband is still dead. As was I myself, and Robb...."
[Her voice breaks; she could have borne a thousand deaths if only they had survived her... ]
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mutual squee party yes or yes I hope I do not disappoint! I love my wolfmamaShe glances down briefly to hide the sudden rush of tears that threaten to spill from her eyes. As thankful as she is, and oh she praises the gods for their mercy daily, to have Robb, Sansa and Arya returned to her, and to perhaps have some chance at repairing what tattered bonds she could command with Jon and, to an even lesser extent, Theon, she still misses Bran and Rickon with every breath. And that doesn't even begin to touch on how much she still feels the ache of Ned's absence. She still mourns her father, and she would give one of her miraculous new powers to step into the safety of her uncle's arms once more. To laugh with Lysa as they had as girls...To reassure Edmure of his own worth and support him as heir to their House...She is certain that the gods are still punishing her, and she will accept what they feel to be just.]
No.
[ For a moment, he may be forgiven thinking that will be the end of her explanation, but then she looks up, and she is just as calm and collected as she was at the beginning, yet if one looks closely, one can see the shadow of grief in her eyes. ]
My oldest son, both of my daughters, and my husband's oldest son, are all here with me. The gods, or whosoever is responsible for our presence here, have seen fit to keep us separated from my two youngest sons, and my husband is still dead. As was I myself, and Robb...."
[Her voice breaks; she could have borne a thousand deaths if only they had survived her... ]