On nightmares and beheadings?

[brosif]

Your tendency to repeat yourself is tiring.

There were other ways.

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[ladysarmour]

My lady, I am --

[ Silence. What is there to say? There is nothing she can say.

You sing so prettily, little bird. ]

I am so sorry.

[brosif]

[She straightens herself up. Sansa is a girl who has known true horrors -- those that exist outside of dreams.]

Thank you. It will pass.

[ladysarmour]

They seemed like lovely girls.

[brosif]

I can't remember the younger. I remember too much of the eldest.

It will pass. Dreams always do.

[ladysarmour]

That's all it was, after all. A dream.