[She looks back up when he places his hand on her shoulder, and speaks quietly in response to his question.]
To His Grace. To his mother. One such as myself has no friends in the king's court, ser. To conspire with the blood of traitors is to court a cruel death.
[And then she realizes what she's saying. Seven hells. Not only is it stupid, to spill everything to someone she barely knows, but it's rude to talk of your own woes. Septa Mordane once told her that those who complain betray their selfishness and lack of gratitude for the lives the gods have given them. Sansa has gotten used to feeling stupid, but manners are important, dammit.
She clears her throat, suddenly looking embarrassed.]
-- forgive me. I do not wish to burden you with tales. All of that is far away, as you said, and I am well. Do not let yourself be troubled on my behalf.
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To His Grace. To his mother. One such as myself has no friends in the king's court, ser. To conspire with the blood of traitors is to court a cruel death.
[And then she realizes what she's saying. Seven hells. Not only is it stupid, to spill everything to someone she barely knows, but it's rude to talk of your own woes. Septa Mordane once told her that those who complain betray their selfishness and lack of gratitude for the lives the gods have given them. Sansa has gotten used to feeling stupid, but manners are important, dammit.
She clears her throat, suddenly looking embarrassed.]
-- forgive me. I do not wish to burden you with tales. All of that is far away, as you said, and I am well. Do not let yourself be troubled on my behalf.