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I have a delicate matter I need to discuss with a lady; preferably one who comes from a modern era. (Since her era has been called "medieval" more than once. Surely humanity has progressed in this...?)

I thank you in advance for your time. I would also like to -

(This is more difficult.)

A great Elf has left us. He was very dear to me and I will miss him for the rest of my life.

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I would not worry about that state anyway. (Since she has been abstinent.

Rey is right about feeling nauseated over bringing new life into Hadriel. This is not the place to settle down and have a family of eight.)

Will I see you there, Lady Rey? I should like to thank you in person for not laughing at me.

good.

[Even if her creators had thought to give any of her bodies reproductive capabilities, Rey is still too gay to worry about that shit, anyway, so less stress for her.]

of course. been practically living here, since my house is on another island. too much of a pain to trek between them every day.

Do you need any blankets or pillows? I do work daily at the sewing shop and neither item is difficult to make.

(Sansa would probably be safer if she could be married to women in her world. Maybe. Anyone has be better than Ramsay, right?)

thatd be great actually. just been making do with a few sheets.

[Which isn't a huge deal to Rey, but it's sometimes more comfortable being curled up under something than it has anything to do with the cold.]

I will bring you fresh bedding. Lady Margaery sees to most clothing items - sometimes I assist her - but I have focused on blankets, pillows and other items of comfort. I thought they would be necessary if someone accidentally fell into the water.

(She is from a very cold place. Hypothermia is a thing and she is always prepared to warm someone up.)

hey thanks. dont have easy access to a washer/dryer at the speakeasy with home on a separate island, so extra bedding would be nice.

see you soon.

[Hypothermia might not be a risk for Rey, but that doesn't mean she doesn't find it uncomfortable.]

(The small things can make all the difference. Sansa has found that she enjoys being nurturing - particularly to people who are genuinely good. She chooses three blankets - two that are lighter and one that is heavier - and a few sheets to pair with them. The load is topped off with a fluffy pillow with an intricate embroidered border.

The bag she chooses to carry was also pieced together - and sewn together - by her. Her skill really has come in handy more often than not. The journey to the Speakeasy is uneventful and she pushes open the door ten minutes later.)

Lady Rey? (She sets the bag down on a table and smooths back some loose auburn strands. Her hair is bound in a Northern braid and it reaches to her lower back. She is beginning to look like a real fairy-tale princess, though, ironically, she has long since stopped believing that she could ever be one.)

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[Rey would be hard pressed to describe herself as "genuinely good", even though she does make an effort in it. Sometimes actions are easier to deal with than words. Actually, that is almost always the case with her.

[The wait is just as devoid of event as Sansa's trip, though they're all the better for it. It's nice on days like this to enjoy the quiet low drama that these periodic lulls often bring. She's sitting on a bar stool with a glass of water when the door opens, and she smiles slightly at the girl.]

Yes? [It comes out instinctively, but Rey is already sliding off the bar stool and striding towards the entrance as soon as she sees Sansa.] Here, let me take those.

(Trying is what makes the difference between a decent person and someone like Joffrey or Ramsay. Everyone has flaws and, in her own way, Sansa likes learning of them. Strengths are nice, but weaknesses build character.)

They are for you. (She hands the bundle over, her smile faltering for a moment. Yes, unfortunately, she is still in pain, though the walk had helped a little.)

Without decent sleep, how can any of us handle what Hadriel has in store for us?

[At least she can say she was never that bad.]

Well, never really needed that much sleep to begin with... but it is nice.

[Rey already seems like someone who doesn't sleep more than a few hours a night. Her patterns break up sometimes depending on what is happening. It's just how she's always been.

[As she takes the bundle, she turns and starts heading up towards the stairs, where the Game Room is.] Have some tea going in the flat upstairs, if you'd like to stay for some.

I envy you that trait. (Somedays she wants to stay in bed and forget her problems, but she always makes herself rise. A proper lady doesn't lay abed while others work.)

Yes, please. (She follows Rey, lifting her skirt slightly as she walks.) I'm glad nothing has happened to this place. I half expect everything to vanish when we make those moves.

Can't say it doesn't have its advantages.

[Although some people might say they enjoy sleep, and Rey can't disagree with that, either. She doesn't really enjoy dreaming that much, and so she doesn't find herself wishing her patterns to be any different.

[She leads Sansa from the stairs to an immediate left, opening a door to a back area that has been fashioned into a mini-apartment of sorts. A hot kettle is already placed aside with some of the herbs Carlisle had provided Rey with not too long ago steeping inside.

[Rey snorts.] Think the gods would rather not have to hear the end to the complaining they would get if that was the case. Put a lot of work into this place.

[If anything were to happen to it, she would not be a very happy Rey.]

(Sansa's dreams are usually a mix of horrifying and hopeful. She is either dealing with Joffrey, Cersei, Baelish or Ramsay or she is raising a family that greatly resembles the siblings she had lost. ~~And then there are the dreams about the Hound, but that is another matter entirely.~~

The smell of herbs is comforting now. Sansa enters the room and breathes deep, settling the small part of her that is always wary; always on guard.)

I'm not sure what they value or what bothers them. It seems like they would be accustomed to continuous complaints at this point. (Hadriel has never been the perfect vacation. She chooses a place to sit, perching on the seat primly.) You are welcome to stay with me if anything should happen.

Pretty sure the only thing they actually value are their dead hosts and themselves. Most of them, anyway.

[There aren't that many places to sit, save for a small table in an alcove by the window overlooking the streets. For being stranded here, Rey doesn't mind it so much. She's got a nice little setup.

[She finishes up the brewing and serves them both a couple cups, blinking at Sansa's offer.] Er, thanks for the offer, but... Where do you live, exactly?

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I live on the southern island, near the northern tip. I like to see the coast and it's easy to catch a ship if I need to visit the other islands.

(Since she still does sewing and embroidery, that is necessary at least once a week. She wraps her fingers around the cup, enjoying the soothing heat against her palms.)

I am prepared to move inland, however, if ever there is a storm.

[A storm... It's not too strange for Rey to hear that anyone might expect the possibility. She suspects that, like the previous planet, the gods have no dominion over this world, so if there are any storms that sweep through, there is only so much that can be done about it...]

Might consider your offer... though the Speakeasy is good enough, for now. Don't need much creature comforts. And Nick's here.

[The synthetic that might as well be her father. What a strange happenstance, that turned out to be.]

(Storms are natural. The skies have always been unpredictable on Westeros, so Sansa expects nothing less. If the gods can alter it - or do alter it - then she will do her best to keep her head above water. Literally if necessary.)

I will do what I can for you and Nick. The Speakeasy is important to most residents. (Where else can they go to blow off some steam?)

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