( It's very different than anything she's ever heard in Westeros but Sansa likes it. It's...happier, almost, even if the song still sounds a bit wistful and she shifts a bit and lays her head down in his lap, stretching her legs along the length of the sofa. The earbuds just reach so she can listen to hers and he to his and she's glad for it. This is comfortable. This is sweet. )
I like it. ( hushed, soft. ) I wouldn't mind if you never left, you know.
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I like it. ( hushed, soft. ) I wouldn't mind if you never left, you know.