[ Baby just watches Sansa without a word, sitting down when she tells him to, looking at her fret until they can be sitting next to each other, explaining herself like she needs to. He'd like to tell her that he's seen a lot worse in terms of mess, but he stays quiet, sitting there with his hands on his knees while she moves about. ]
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Is that... crochet?
[ Forgive him, he has no idea. ]