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Your brother?

[Neria's pleased Sansa is so happy, even if this means he is in as much danger as she is now.]

One of them, my lady. He has just arrived.

King Robb Stark.

[Woah, wait.]

Your brother is king of your land?

He is the rightful King of the North, after the North broke free from the rest of the kingdom. [It feels so good to be able to speak this opinion freely, without fear of being harmed.]

I haven't seen him since long before he became King.

So you were separated from him.

[And not just separated but caged. And here she is again, reuniting with her family. Poor thing, she thinks, not because Sansa is poor anything but because it is not right.]

Would he prefer that I address him as such? [A beat, and there's a trickle of amusement in her voice over the network.] And you? Does this not give you a title as well?

Yes. I left home to marry, and he remained.

[She'll leave it at that- leaving home to marry is normal enough.]

I believe that would be proper. As for me... it's alright. My title isn't as important here. [ Lady Stark is her mother. And her official title.... She'll never go by Lannister.] We are friends, you may just call me Sansa.

Then I am doubly glad that you two have been reunited at last, even in such strange circumstances.

[You may just call me Sansa. Neria remembers that no one calls her Warden, Warden-Commander, or Hero. And that is how she prefers it.]

And so I shall, Sansa. I am pleased to call you friend.

Can I do anything to help you and your brother during this time? Have you been able to tell him all he needs to know about the Jaunts?

Thank you. I am most overjoyed as well.

I do not know yet. I believe I was able to explain what he needed to know, but if there are any questions I cannot answer, I will let you know.

Ohh, that's great! ... uh, is it great? Because, I mean, here...

It's great.

W-well I mean here isn't exactly, I mean... it's better to be home, isn't it?

[Sio, being Sio, walks right into that one.]

He's dead at home.

[Crap. How does she get out of this one. What does she even say.]

I'msosorry.

[Sansa's not cruel. As much as she wants to rebuke Sio for her assumptions, she's sure those words did more than enough.]

I forgive you. I can be with him here, which is more than I ever dared dream of.

I, I, I didn't even know that was possible, d-dead people being here I mean, sorry! B-but he's not dead and that's great, I mean, that's really great!!

[Sio is nothing if not an expert at digging herself deeper.]

Yes. It's a good thing.

I trust you won't pass this information onto him? I don't wish to meddle with time. I just...

I would like to enjoy some time with my brother, selfish as it may be.

R-right, sure! I won't say anything. It's not selfish at all! If it was my brother, I'd...

[Well, come to think of it.]

But, I... do you think it'd... change things, if you told him?

Almost as I'd treat you. I think he'd take exception to being called 'milady.'

[He identifies with Sansa enough that even amidst his own doldrums, her good mood is infectious.]

Oh, don't do that!

[she missed the joke.]

I'll be careful to use the proper form of address.

Thank you. It means much to me.

I'll make sure to let him know how you've protected and advised me.

In your own time. I'm sure you have more important things to discuss with him.

... There is someone I know from home here now, as well.

Of course. But while you're here, you're very important as well.

[A pause. That gets her attention]

Oh? A friend?

He was, yes.

[Before he died.]

Ah- Excuse me if I'm stepping my bounds....

Was?

He was killed. Years ago. I was assigned to his household, and I wasn't there to save him.

Robb died in the war that wouldn't have happened if I wasn't a traitor.

He doesn't know.

And I won't tell him.

Alcuin knows. He came here wearing the clothes he died in. But he doesn't know...

I failed his foster-sister as well.

I'm sure you didn't mean to. [ She knows that doesn't mean anything. It doesn't to her. But she had to say something.]

I walked away when she needed me. For years, I'd kept her safe from... murderers, traitors, and barbarian hordes. And I let my pride be stung over a... red-faced overweening coarse... would-be suitor.

You couldn't have known though. It's not as if you sold her secrets to the enemy.

... No. I failed her. But I would never betray her.

You are still a man of honor then.

I... the vows I swore as a Cassiline Brother. I haven't always upheld them all.

[She doesn't know what else to say to reassure him. So instead.]

You are still one of the most honorable men I've met. Like my father, or my brother. Perhaps more.

It's what I was told I would always do. Stand at the crossroads, and choose, and choose again.

[He seems to draw a strange, melancholy comfort from the thought.]

It's what good men do.

Good men and Travelers.

And travelers.

Back to our original conversation, I know he's not your king, but his proper title would be Your Grace.

Your Grace. I'll remember.

[And, with slight, dry amusement:]

And I'll practice my best Cassiline bow.

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[ She laughs ] I'm sure he'll enjoy that.

My court manners were always a little stiff.

If you choose so, I can help you.

I cannot imagine a more graceful instructor. Your student, milady.

Think that's the happiest I've ever seen you look.

Have you already filled him in on everything?

It's a happy reunion, my lord.

I have, to the best of my ability.

I'm a lot of things, but a lord isn't one of them.

[It's not an ill-tempered correction, though - he just isn't one for the formalities.]

It sounds better coming from someone you know, I'd think. But if anything else comes up, we're all here to help you.

[Mostly intended as "we" as in the pre-Brooklyn crowd, although he's sure there are newer travelers just as willing to be helpful. ]

My apologies.

Yes, I think it might be a little unbelievable coming from other sources.

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