Ah, no, embroidery. Crochet is what you do with yarn, my...it's what you do with yarn, Baby.

( That had almost been a very awkward slip of tenderness and Sansa tries to sweep it under the proverbial rug by sitting next to him once everything is cleared away and she's relatively certain she won't have a pincushion under her bottom. She presses her lips together and turns a bit, slipping one arm around him and laying her head against his shoulder. It would be more comfortable if she were in his lap proper but for now, this will do. )

The piece with the birds is for me. The piece with the mermaid is for Clary. It's nothing important, just something to occupy my mind at night.