[ The touch, while comforting, confuses him. It is perhaps the most gentle he's ever been treated by a Stark.
And so he frowns, uncertain how to cope with it, and looks down at his hands-- the gold one, the flesh one-- instead. ]
All throughout my ride to the North, I never expected you to be kind to me. [ The way it's phrased, one would assume a "but" would follow.
Alas, Jaime only lifts his hands again, even if the gold one doesn't move. Something he does well... he shuts his eyes, thinking of battle, thinking of the way things used to be, thinking of his sword's weight in his right hand instead of his left...
Oh, the spiral he forms is still clumsy, yes. Still awkward and new in the way that children form their letters. But it grows, gradual and steady, and Sansa may very well start to feel the slightest bit calmer, lighter, maybe even happier, from it. ]
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And so he frowns, uncertain how to cope with it, and looks down at his hands-- the gold one, the flesh one-- instead. ]
All throughout my ride to the North, I never expected you to be kind to me. [ The way it's phrased, one would assume a "but" would follow.
Alas, Jaime only lifts his hands again, even if the gold one doesn't move. Something he does well... he shuts his eyes, thinking of battle, thinking of the way things used to be, thinking of his sword's weight in his right hand instead of his left...
Oh, the spiral he forms is still clumsy, yes. Still awkward and new in the way that children form their letters. But it grows, gradual and steady, and Sansa may very well start to feel the slightest bit calmer, lighter, maybe even happier, from it. ]