Sansa dried her own tears as she struggled to comfort her friend. I wonder, was the queen with him? Why, no, Pycelle said. Littlefinger chuckled. Alyn shook him roughly from his dreams and Ned stumbled into the predawn chill, groggy from sleep, to find his horse saddled and the king already mounted.
Even the buildings were so queer to her eyes. Robb seemed to admire Theon and enjoy his company, but Bran had never warmed to his father's ward. The hot water made her think of Winterfell, and she took strength from that. The battle came alive around her.
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