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[etiquetting]

I'm not supposed to be here. I think you know that very well. [The judgement in her stare is overwhelming.] Send me back to King's Landing immediately. I won't be punished for your misdeeds.

[A huff.] You are worse than Arya, honestly!

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[theneedle]

But this time I haven't! I had nothing to do with you being here, so don't go trying to blame this on me, Sansa!

[Oh, how easy it is to fall back on this. The familiar bickering between the sisters. As much as they do care about each other deep down. It's just hard to really show it when they're so completely opposite to each other in their personalities.]

[etiquetting]

[She doesn't fully believe her, but...]

Fine. [It's not like it makes much of a difference away from their parents and Septa Mordane.] How do we get back? I'm sure we've been away too long already!

[theneedle]

That's.....no idea. Been around a while, she just doesn't let me out even around here much. So your guess is as good as mine, really.

[At least Arya isn't holding back on purpose? She just genuinely has no clue as to this that might help. Even if it might be frustrating or perhaps even embarrassing to admit to Sansa.]