Bucky's mind of course spins ahead to possibilities and contingencies: familiarity loosens tongues, and loose tongues don't always know what they've loosed in information. That the landen and the Blood live by different rules is obvious; where they lie between the two is less so.
He eyes Sansa carefully over their tea. She truly has no reason to trust him; they've barely met aside introductions at the Palace and the shared experience of waking up here instead of in their homes. He doesn't know what to say to her in response to the thoughts she expresses. Truly speaking he doesn't entirely trust himself, and that because he knows exactly what he's capable of doing. To have even more power than that in this place is not a comfortable thought.
"I can come with you," he finds himself saying. "I don't know what assurance I can offer you that I won't harm you, but you do have my word. If it means anything."
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He eyes Sansa carefully over their tea. She truly has no reason to trust him; they've barely met aside introductions at the Palace and the shared experience of waking up here instead of in their homes. He doesn't know what to say to her in response to the thoughts she expresses. Truly speaking he doesn't entirely trust himself, and that because he knows exactly what he's capable of doing. To have even more power than that in this place is not a comfortable thought.
"I can come with you," he finds himself saying. "I don't know what assurance I can offer you that I won't harm you, but you do have my word. If it means anything."