any of them . There was no way to soften the blow, so she told him straight. He was so skinny, just skin stretched taut over bones. It is good to see you in such a fierce humor, my lord.
He led her to where the carts were waiting, told a driver to take them back to the Red Keep, and climbed in after her. His arm was throbbing. Tyrion glanced over to where Lady Stark was dressing Ser Rodrik's wounds. They arrived, flushed and breathless, to find Jon seated on the sill, one leg drawn up languidly to his chin.
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